Short Recovery From...Life Poems
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Shadows Rise Inside My Soul
Close Enough To Break The Mold
Holding On To Life With A Tight Grip
Fear I Will Fall And Sleep
Dangers Of Hearts And Wonders To Be Told
Crying In Silence Belong And Behold
Screams Through Broken Walls
Crazy Thoughts My Life Is On Stall
I Don't Make Any Sense
Things Have Been Such A Mess
Broken Down Over Distress
But Now Im Free I Am Me.
Form:
Casting over her face
A red patch of life displaced
Change is a thing we should grace
A run to the washroom to cool my face
Fire rose beneath my feet
Those anxious moments, rush calm to my retreat
And yes I will bare these womanly pains
And it will help remind me from where I came
No regrets need follow behind
For this time in my life I will unwind
This poem was written for any women entering the Change!
i sit alone
an excile for my past
life slipping away
like sands through an hour glass
the evil deeds
that i have done
useing alcohol,drugs
as a lethal gun
pulling the trigger
my loved ones run
but today a new life begins
when my little girl was only one
she seen me useing the devil's rum
turning i looked at her innocent face
i fell to my knees in discrace
i prayed
please take these sins away
12 years clean to this very day
I gave up my hopes
I gave up my dreams,
I gave up my life
or at least so it seems;
For I chose a life
of crime and sin,
And now with bars
I am held within.
I gave up the woman
I loved oh so much,
Never to feel
her loves tender touch.
I gave up my scooter
and freedom to ride,
Oh the pain I've felt
oh the river I've cried!
So for now I sit lonely
locked in a cell,
Will I make it this time?
Only time will tell
Form:
The jailhouse blues have consumed me
The life that I lived has doomed me
For all of the things I've done so wrong
The law says that this is where that I belong
Society says that justice is due
For a life of crime and mischief too
If only I knew then what I know now
I'd have lived my life different somehow
So here I sit feeling so sad
Because of the things I did that were bad
I know I have no right to complain
My crimes and bad deeds, I cannot explain
As a child, I wished for great things
For my family and I; to see a change
For once in my life but it’s still the same
I cried and tried to endure the pain
Contemplated suicide in the falling rain
Decided not to die; no pain, no gain
“It’s not your time”, is what the angels say
My body is broken and has become diseased
From all the smoking, fights and partying
My life is unfolding, taking its toll on me
Now I’m left choking on this toxic air I breathe
-Boz-