Broken BonesA Poem by Poetic JusticeThis is about my past
Im still trying to figure out,
What I have become, I used to get so high, Everything was numb, A lifetime of memories, Many have now faded, I didn't plan to live my life, Absolutely jaded, Repeating the apocalyptic, Hell of yesterday, The smallest taste of Heaven, Is the biggest price we pay. My own super highway, Destination Hell, I wish I had a dollar, For every time I fell, Searching for my purpose, But what did I find, I've created my own prison, And a pain of a different kind. © 2014 Poetic Justice |
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