Senseless Suffering

1/27/23

Remaining a junkie
Continually spending money
Like a dummy

Life ain't always sweet like honey
It's cold not always sunny
They're out for bloodshed, so it turned bloody
They're still racist full of hatred so times got ugly 

When push comes to shoving
I'm covering much ground, important matters I'm touching
Still so many bluffing

My family so out of touch with one another, it's disgusting
I've had difficulty with trusting
And an even harder time with loving

I speak truth not bluffing
They continued fussing
These intentions were good-for-nothing

I felt differently, so I put my feelings toward something
It ended up being drink and drugs, instead of nothing
It's not a great thing, but I'm not just huffing and puffing
I'm often buzzing
Taking my time not always rushing

I'm not budging, through sludge continually trudging
Like the cover of a book, ladies quickly judging
Getting shown little love, no wonder I've been bugging

Not until tragedy hits do they come closer and begin hugging
All this endless and senseless suffering
The population continues to boom at the reproduction rate of bunnies

Rarely do I play pool
You thought I stayed a fool
Okay cool
You lose
This has nothing to do with school rules
It's global way beyond Honolulu
For a good cause or doodoo
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February 23, 2023 at 8:00 AM
I took that road once. It was a dead end. I liked to have never got turned around but by the Grace of God, here I stand. I hope this is only a poem but it is your life. No other way to put it,"life is what you make it" Keep penning, Dalton.
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January 8, 2024 at 3:09 PM
Thank you Daniel for your input and kind words. I appreciate you and understand what you mean. Sorry for such a late response, anyway there is light at the end of the tunnel, no doubt. I agree with you by the Grace of God. Blessings to you!
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