Poison in the blood

Poison in my blood like that wino

In the street so shrivel and frail

Jonesing for that next drink

With his four day stench

The world revolves

But not for him

See he is just another waste of space

A face that stay nameless

A blessed child

Who could not manifest

His eyes and soul has fought

And seen battles

That could not exist to the naked eye

His own private war called hell

At night he closes his eyes

And prayes for the calm to come

But it eludes him once more

Another day another bottle

Another dream of making it

Shattered by the fact that he's talentless

Uneducated and lack the skills to be

Anything but a two bit hustler

A father wasted seed

Another abortion that lived

Only to be despise by everyone

Who laid eyes on him(C)

Comments 4 comments

poetlorraine 7 years ago

poor man does no one love him/???????


poetlorraine 7 years ago

poor man does no one love him/???????


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DREAM ON 6 years ago

You have to want to help yourself and others will also follow.If you look for pity. Pity is what you get.I believe if you offer to give and giving is what you get.


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deepthought 6 years ago from In the middle of nowhere and worldwide but still that T.O.kid from da north of America Author

Life is a game ful of give and take, respect, lack of respect, pity and no mercy. Sometimes you can give till you can't give no more and those who take will show no mercy or pity to your kindness. But you know this poem is not about me. I just used me as a metaphor to get to the real story. so it's just observational

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