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Esprit Jones Poem
your life was God's gift to you,
He took precious time to make
your life was yours to have
though not yours to take
i know just how "D" came in,
right thru that door
and i know he held your hand
all because he held mine before
"no one care, no one loves you, and
no one will miss you...
come on sit with me,
tell your boy all your issues..."
now, "D" has you totally isolated,
got you thinking he's your only pal
so he brings you around his crowd
to make it worth your while...
"this is my cousin Anger, my sister Loneliness,
and my brother Suicide...
forget everything you learned in church,
let us be your guide..."
before you know it, they've assisted you
in planning your own demise
and those who really care, your family,
your friends, are none the wise
every detail has been planned:
last movie, last meal, the good-bye note
the execution: a poison to which there
is no anadote
it hurts to say if i were there
as you began to teater
i could have told you because i know
he's not your friend either.
Copyright © Esprit Jones | Year Posted 2005
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Esprit Jones Poem
came thru the door, called me over
... we sat..
together for hours.
why did you hold me like that?
while holding me i held on too
then realized i should be weary of you
since you've been here before
strolled thru that same door
to remind me of what made me cry
when i was angry or sad or
could not say good-bye
told me it was raining
even though the sun was out
what would the next lie be about?
that no one wanted me around?
that no one but you would be down?
came in like my pal, my homie
so i'd isolate myself and be lonely
is there life after loss?
who made you boss?
came in, decided my mood...
invading my feelings, my thoughts,
how rude!
wanted me to meet your brother
nah, buddy! this relationship is so over!
your hugs are not needed
you've just been defeated
get off my couch, get out of my life
i can't go on with all this pain and strife
wanting so much more for myself
my Father's love is my wealth
depression, this has got to end
because i've discovered that you are
not my friend.
Copyright © Esprit Jones | Year Posted 2005
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