Lost Poet
Life as a lonely lost poet bred from dark cracks
Lost soul living plain and simple among the people black and white
Drug along with alcoholic among us distracts
Lost values and principles around one many continue to lack
Everyday simple facts, its like breathing through plastic sacks
Slowly suffercating until the brain goes wack
Once death comes my way I must keep it part of my past
Aint no way God going to bring my little brother back
I guess its a curse upon all those of us living like outlaw of an outcast
How the **** will I ever truly outlast until I heal and break out my cast
God cant you see Im tired of wearing this permanent mask
I know my poetry has hidden answers if I look and read closer so I shouldnt have to ask
Staying lost is a choice in the open road with no gas
So as a lost poet through hardships now and in the future I will outgrow it
The devil trying to get my soul and behold it
but I know only this one man controls it
Its too priceless for even my own greed to have sold it
So as a lost poet I will climber higher than high if not then right below it
Found in a world of lies with few truths as but another lost poet
Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012
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