Far more depressive than it should be,
poverty as far as the eye can see.
Down from below watching misery nest.
Am I the lord or am I the pest?
Cannot forget and cannot digress,
what is a life, if it is a mess?
A taste on the tongue, more sour than lime.
Should I just kill myself or keep killing time?
My life, my fate, must be adjusted,
for wealth, for power I have lusted.
But it all took a walk right down the drain,
this day but shattered dreams remain.
For now the only way is down,
faithless, hopeless with a frown.
Poverty as far as the eye can see.
Nothing is good enough for me.














Comments
Your poetry still dazzles me
I can visualize alot in this poem (its not pretty) but it's alive
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Heres to you and heres to me, I pray that friends well always be. But, if by chance, we disagree, the heck with you and heres to me!
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See me to see what's inside a murderer's mind.
My favorite line in the poem. You certainly didn't disapoint me with this poem, I agree with the girl that this is one of your best. I wish I could say more, but my brain's not working very well right now.
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What to do to an idiot:
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What to do if you're an idiot:
Thank you.
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See me to see what's inside a murderer's mind.
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I love Patrick Hall more than we will ever know...
True love starts with a kiss.
DAMN IT!!!!! I lost a penny
You know it's funny how none of my poems actually contain any of my own feelings in them...all imagination.
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See me to see what's inside a murderer's mind.
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I dont ignore you. I just pretend I dont hear you.
- Dad
I knew that Writers Club thing would pay off eventually.
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See me to see what's inside a murderer's mind.
Haha...yeah, I'm waiting for it to pay off now too. XD
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I dont ignore you. I just pretend I dont hear you.
- Dad
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