I'm dead to you, dig a grave
Free of the land home of the slave
I'm dead too, states a soul
Thirteen stripes on the back of the sold
I'm dead, to A statement made
Speech ain't free if Cost is paid
PHIRE
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The Immortal Wize says: DEEP!!! |
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RonnieL says: Spot on account! FACTS....feelin it. |
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JustOneStoryTeller says: Nice one, so feeling this and remembering those days still today! |
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Old GloryI'm dead to you, dig a grave
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HardKnocksHolding on to the game as time has passed bye... The pain hidden inside from the tears that didn't cry... Upon these shoulders, over time, the blame should be placed... One on one with the mirror reality can not face... Believed in change, refusing... To let go of a dream... Depths of the heart the game is kept, though it does not seem Losing the game,a thought, waiting on the future to reveal Passed obstacles in the past, a present presently pressing to live To love the ... |
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DIRECTIONEvery poem tells a story, every story tells a tale; A tale of a life, a life of living hell. |
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My P.O.V.Exercised my right, exhausted, still left with a void Putting people in office, got me out the door unemployed Passing bills for healthcare, now needing bills to care for my health Many will join me, if they are blinded by wealth No invitation, No party, but can we sit down for tea The taste may not be to suite, but the conversation is free Focus not on the now, place foresight on the by and by It either happens or it doesn’t, nothing is done through try Time and effort, is the cost paid to perform a civic duty Land of the free, home of the brave has lost her beauty |
Now or LaterTHERE SHE IS STARING INTO THE MIRROR, THINKING OVER HER LIFE QUESTIONING HER DECISION, WAS SHE TRULY READY TO BE A WIFE SHE TELLS HERSELF YES, TO ACCEPT WHAT IS TO COME BUT ALL SHE'S LEFT WITH IS NOTHING, TO TAKE NOTHING FROM SO SHE TURNS OUT THE LIGHT, TO HIDE A FACE OF SHAME HER CONSCIENCE IS STEADY ASSURING HER, SHE IS NOT TO BLAME AS SHE WALKS OUT THE DOOR, EXPOSING HERSELF TO THE WORLD THOUGHTS BEGIN TO SETTLE, SHE IS NO LONGER THAT LITTLE GIRL THAT LITTLE GIRL WHO CARRIED A SMILE, WHICH NO ONE COULD HIDE HAS NOW BECAME A WOMAN, STEPPING OUT FROM INSIDE SHE HAS DECIDED TO MAKE A CHANGE, THOUGH CHANGE IS OFTEN HARD WHILE GOING DOWN ON HER KNEES, SHE GAVE IT ALL TO THE LORD NOW LOOKING IN THE MIRROR, THROUGH THE EYES OF THE CHILD WITHIN SHE WITNESSES THE BEAUTY SHE HID, HERSELF SHE MUST BEFRIEND ALL THE PAIN IS BEHIDE HER AND TO HERSELF SHE WILL CATER SHE CHOSE TO DO IT NOW THIS TIME, RATHER THAN WAIT TIL LATER. |