Imprisoned
Imprisoned
Im locked away
Ive been in a cage
most of my days
Wasted away my young age
All for something that
Made me a slave
Now im full of rage
And full of hate
Shame and pitty yea
They know my name
Drove insane
By the dope through
A poke from a needle's stream
Dope it controlled everything
My hope just drove away
Now im enclosed
With no where to go
And im full of strain
Holes and strings
Puppet hold on me
Controlled by dope
That burns and stings
Left unclean but i
Do the same thing
A game that hurts my brain
See the demons scream
Tore to the core
At my seams
Someone please
Help me put a cease
To this disease
That become routine
I need to pull some strings
Jump dance or sing
Demon continues to control
My whole being
Is my soul clean
Just so much pain
Need to refrain from
Putting a thing in a vain
In vane plz light my way
I need to see
so i can be saved
So i keep my faith
Instead of lustful things
Played like a game
Of spades
Yea Id misbehaved
Can i still be forgave?
Will i blow away
Trash in the wind or stay?
Just fade away?
Stand lost at the gateway
Thats stayed in place
I think of a thought
So heavy i start to sink
Now on the brink
Of a better way to think
I beg n pleade
Free me please
Been beaten
Mistreated as a heathen
The demon beat and he beat on me
He deceived deceiftfulness oh so
Decieptfully
Please don't seek peace for me
Now they lean on my soul
And my being of every peice of me
I dont wanna know
But i see it
Please give me relief
So i can get at least
One achievement achieved
I know ive been disobedient
But plz believe me
Not trying to deceive u
But nothing is free
No such thing as freedom
But i need something
A reason to breathe
A reason to be
2 spikes in my wrist
One in my feet
Hung on a crucifix
To be damed or "FIXED"
swing and miss
Cock the grip
Squeeze the trigger
But theres no clip
Sick of this
That sits in a pit
My past is my past
Forget and forgive
Why have i?
Been left locked in a chest
Im depressed give me meds
Turns and twist my
Gear wont shift
I just need a lift
Or list of
That is what it is
Shoulda listened as a kid
N i wouldnt have done
Have the i in did
Things ive said
Regret and stress
I flip will i quit
Will it ever end?
Unfortunate the misfortune
Of the cards delt to my hand
Warped for sure
I feel like I am
Its important that im sure
I can still feel or stand
Or is death outside my door
Copyright © Joseph Coalson | Year Posted 2022
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