Poetry For Everyday People
I'm Sick
Sick as hell
and all
it's burning tenants,
sick as the pain
lingering
within helplessness,
my pride
is being kicked
in every alley,
my ego
has handed in
it's resignation,
siting
you're letting
your love down,
my cloth
are wrinkled,
I can barely face
my poem, my mirror,
my soul,
I almost don't believe
my own wink?
my pockets heckle me
in aisles of things
I can not afford,
yet the warrior knows,
elegance knows,
deep,
deep,
experience's
coal fed ovens
spit fire at hell,
the come back
is always sweet,
patience is genius,
hard work and guts man,
no matter the circumstances.
and all
it's burning tenants,
sick as the pain
lingering
within helplessness,
my pride
is being kicked
in every alley,
my ego
has handed in
it's resignation,
siting
you're letting
your love down,
my cloth
are wrinkled,
I can barely face
my poem, my mirror,
my soul,
I almost don't believe
my own wink?
my pockets heckle me
in aisles of things
I can not afford,
yet the warrior knows,
elegance knows,
deep,
deep,
experience's
coal fed ovens
spit fire at hell,
the come back
is always sweet,
patience is genius,
hard work and guts man,
no matter the circumstances.
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I`m Sick
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