Tired of letting the pain come out
but it's best not held in
versing what lifes all about
or at least trying
cause my own brain is frying
After I write I read
makes my own heart and soul bleed
Sometimes I truly wonder if there is a need
Should I stop or proceed
The only need is my own selfish brain
which I can't seem to abstain
We get enough horror on the news
without any other views
However sitting here in my shoes
watching all the horror almost
gives me the blues
The horror never stops
from everywhere it drops
Car bomb found in New York city
The Catholic priest continue their ditty
Here in Bmore
crimes moves real close to my door
A whole family including the dog
standing homeless near a Walmart store
pleading for a helping hand
Yes hungry and homeless they stand
Isn't life just grand
Some people don't and can't watch
the morning or evening news
because it also gives them the blues
I'm about to turn on my own verse
it's about as worse
This is onepoetGem signing off
of the report
I do have plans to abort
however the real thing can't
be cut short
I THINK SOMETIMES PEOPLE FORGET THAT A POET WRITES FIRST FOR THEMSELVES...AND THEN THE WORLD. IT IS THERAPEUTIC...IT HAS TO COME OUT. THANKS FOR SHARING AND BLESSINGS, LOVE,
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
no matter what we do or not do,
life continues, life stinks
must be lived one day at a time
Peace be with you Brother
William
Regis
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS