Thursday, May 7, 2009

Poetry Post 241

Wrongfully Accused
I've been wrongfully accused
Attacked and abused
I'm seeking a way out
How did this lie come about
All because one man lied
I have to run and hide
I have to get out of the hot seat
I have to avoid people I normally meet

Scarred
I have a spot too cold to feel
I have a scar too wounded to heal
I reached a point to where nothing is real
Shot by the poisoned dart
Engraved forever in my broken heart
And I can't go back to where I had start

Suicide
I won't even put up a fight
Nothing has ever gone right
So it'll be alright if I just die tonight
This confrontation drained me of my might
So death is the only end to my plight
You may say hindsight has distorted my foresight
But neither side holds any light

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