The smoke fills his lungs, as he watches from afarA Poem by Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of PoetryAll about me when I did something really badHe's driving in his car Metal blasting And a sinister look in his eye Knowing what he's done
He stops the car Climbs out He's stops "Where you going?" the voice in his head screams He says i'm going nowhere
He walks up the stairs Sits in his chair "That wasn't good" The voice says "It really wasn't good little boy"
Irritation hits And the itch begins Hairs stand on end "I don't care!" he screams "Please stop!" Hits the floor Rolls around Its just a manic suppression
"You shouldn't bite the hand that feeds you!" The voice says "Or you'll starve!" "This is a lesson!"
The itch stops He brushes off the dirt Lights a cigarette The smoke fills his lungs As he watches from afar © 2011 Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of PoetryReviews
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18 Reviews Added on April 6, 2011 Last Updated on April 6, 2011 AuthorSherbs Dreaming Tree Of PoetryKirkcaldy, Sherbs house on Sherbs street :D, United KingdomAboutI am Sherb of Sherbs Dreaming tree, Come inside and see, My marvellous range of tea. Haha Im Sherb I love poetry, it was my life for wuite a while and i have been suffering an 18 month block .. more..Writing
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