ShawshankA Poem by D MaineThe night before My 18th Birthday, I watched the Shawshank Redemption. I wrote this at 11 that night as I felt I was not ready to face the responsibilities of life.Shawshank
12 o'clock they said, the first of march, I'm getting out, or am I?
Hope is a dangerous thing, I know, But everyone needs something.
These walls have taken eighteen years, I've finally reached the air.
It's only when I see my one desire, That I realise it's not for me.
Like waiting for Santa, I wait in hope, Hoping to pass through quietly.
But after the eve, what is the prize? Memories are all that I gain.
But after the eve, what is the prize? Memories are all that remain.
But awake I will lie, the longest night, 500 yards of s**t.
I have only one hope, a misty hope, That friends won't leave me behind.
I hear them brag, but I don't see What real difference it makes.
I'm scared of entering this unknown world, Tomorrow I awake a man.
I'm not ready to be my own one self, I'm not ready to face the world.
I now have one long final haul, The last part of the game.
I walk along a stone-built wall, I gaze at majestic leaves.
I hope that the treasure is waiting for me, That was promised by my friends.
So I say goodbye, I scrape in the wall.
"AZ WAZ DAVID"
© 2009 D MaineAuthor's Note
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