Thursday, June 08, 2006

My Helpless Life

This is a slightly older poem. See if you can relate to it.

My Helpless Life

Here I am,
with nothing to do;
out the window,
my brain just flew.
I stare at the wall -
that's 'cause
I know nothing at all.
My friends around me,
they talk away,
but only to the music
will I sway.
The system is in,
it rules our lives;
blood has spilt
on the steely knives.
Is our leader
really our leader?
Or is he just a
monstrotic child-beater?
I see my life
flash before my eyes;
my soulish spirit,
by force it dies


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jenna said...

sorry for that ;)