Poetry For Everyday People
Four Walls And The Truth
He was so alone
he would lay
on the floor
of his room
next to a roach
close his eyes
and hope the roach
would climb on him
to feel a touch and
if the roach didn't
climb on him, he would
extend his hand out right
in front of him, then close
his eyes,
the roach would crawl on his
arm, neck and he would imagine
a beautiful girl touching him, kissing
him,
life seemed to box him in, too many
early let downs, unable to block the
state of the world, the cruelty, the
greed, the constant lie,
he'd giving too many chances, gave his
heart, his compassion, his friendship,
yet he got used, lied to, stabbed in the back,
the roach would crawl on his
arm, neck and he would imagine
a beautiful girl touching him, kissing
him.
he would lay
on the floor
of his room
next to a roach
close his eyes
and hope the roach
would climb on him
to feel a touch and
if the roach didn't
climb on him, he would
extend his hand out right
in front of him, then close
his eyes,
the roach would crawl on his
arm, neck and he would imagine
a beautiful girl touching him, kissing
him,
life seemed to box him in, too many
early let downs, unable to block the
state of the world, the cruelty, the
greed, the constant lie,
he'd giving too many chances, gave his
heart, his compassion, his friendship,
yet he got used, lied to, stabbed in the back,
the roach would crawl on his
arm, neck and he would imagine
a beautiful girl touching him, kissing
him.
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Four Walls And The Truth
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