My Prison
By theXkevorkian
My Prison
my walls are closing in
illegitimate
in my existence
the bastard son
of some other Kid locked
up
in prison
don't worry
you don't have to listen
to the rants and rage
to many thoughts
to be written
on this page
can't slow time enough
to decipher
or sculpt them
out of clay
i work a dead end job
I feel like a slave
just another lonely
pen
jockey
with a daddy
locked
in a cage
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Copyright 2010 theXkevorkian
Published on Saturday, May 15, 2010.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Monday, October 24, 2011, Devilish
(2633) wrote:
BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!
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A former member wrote:
'To many thoughts to be written on this page'
I can directly relate to this part...right now i have so many things going on that even if i were to write it in my journal or tell someone it wouldn't be enough...
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On Saturday, May 15, 2010, Dei
(663) wrote:
right now i can definately relate to feeling like theres just too many words and none of them quite fit. well spoken my brotha
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A former member wrote:
funny how the prisons of others can become one's own.... *cheers*