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Brandon Taylor Poem
It’s hard to describe the grief I’ve encountered/
I’m 18, lived a thousand lives and pain’s devoured/
My soul and stripped away my serenity/
They say, “Everything happens for a reason”/
Was it meant to be, my season to encounter sinister entities?/
Was the world created to torment forever,/
To leave you under the weather, praying for better?/
Well I’m down on my knees begging for mercy/
Lord why do you continue to let everyone I love hurt me?/
I have a father who loves only pills to get high/
He doesn’t care for me, I merely pass by/
I asked a girl to marry me, she was my dream/
I gave her my heart, soul, and my love to an extreme/
I gave her the world, materialistic dreams/
I stood by her side when she was in trouble/
I protected her, I thought we were a destined couple/
When I got my feet dirty I looked to my side/
I couldn’t see her, thought maybe she liked to hide/
But come to find out she was nowhere to be found/
She was never there for me, just feed off me like a hound/
She leeched all of me she could find/
Then she simply moved to another victim, with me out of mind/
I’m left alone with a part of me forever scared/
I will move on, but I cry because it’s so hard/
I think I’m better off now just being alone/
Better to keep a part of my heart sewn/
I feel I’ll never be able to love again/
So, it’s me, myself, and I until the end/
Copyright © Brandon Taylor | Year Posted 2006
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Brandon Taylor Poem
Sometimes I wake up and just want to cry/
It seems society deemed me unfit to survive/
I made mistakes, and I know I was wrong/
I only wanna move forward and carry on/
But I can't get hired because of court papers/
I’m doin the opposite of elevating, im declining/
And its hard to keep my soul forever shinning/
Because I’m unwanted, stuck in a binding/
Caught in the mist of pain I produced/
And it's deteriorating my soul like a bite from a brown recluse/
I feel trapped, incarcerated in a mental deminsion/
Hanging on by one thread left in my existing/
Sometimes I ask, “Lord why”?/
But Im yet to here any such reply/
Im left alone in the valley of the shadow of death/
Wishing one day I’ll feel serenity before my final breathe/
Copyright © Brandon Taylor | Year Posted 2006
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