His Last LookA Poem by J*StuntAbout a boy with frustrations found in life and having no where to turn
I can't win and I can't fight.
Where do I go from here. When everything is so far out of sight. We all fall short sometimes and miss it. But I want to come back to what was once so lagit. I'm trying damit...so hard. The pains becoming from inside. I can feel it flutter my every breath. Like I'm just waiting here for my death. Where are you when I need you most. Said you'd always be here or not far. God baby I'm so tired of always wondering where you are. I can feel it coming now, things have made themselves clear. I'm not ready but that's never enough to take away the fear. "I'm here" faintly heard from someone close. But it was too late, that shot was fired, I already had my dose. © 2010 J*Stunt |
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1 Review Added on May 12, 2010 Last Updated on May 12, 2010 AuthorJ*StuntFt Wayne, INAboutLived a life I'd call my very own. I like the outdoors and anything extreme. more..Writing
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