Solitude

Solitude.
                               Before that, I was in the hospital, in a vegetative state. 
                       Before that, I was waking up to fate,
                       Shaking at the hospital, conscious and unconscious, where I lay
               Before that, I got hit,
               By the gangs, an evil act they regularly commit
      Before that, I was living my merry life
      Filled with ups and downs, life and strife
      Not knowing how things would end,
      As this delusional reality would shift and bend
      Justice and evil often shaking hands and in blend
      Lost, confused, used, and bruised

We must look to enjoy what we have today.
                                        Because death and solitude may not be far away.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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