Black Poetry : SOUL IS DEAD, SKIN THAT ONLY EXSISTS

BaduX

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On the right hand of GOD
Occupation
student
DAY AFTER DAY,
IT SEEMS LIFE IS TORN
AND THEN I WAKE!
ONLY WANTIN TO SLEEP ONCE MORE TO DREAM.
DOWN AND OUT ON MY LUCK.
WHEN I STOP AND THEN I CRY
THEY SAY I'LL DO FINE
NIGHT AFTER NIGHT
IT SEEMS LIKE I CROSS
THIS LONELY JOURNEY BY MYSELF, ONLY TILL MORROW I MAY DIE
I STOP
THEN I RUN AND HIDE.
WANTIN NOT TO BE FOUND.
MY GREATEST FEAR, AND ITS FEAR STAND ALONE, IS GOD
TELLING ME ,
I AM NOT QUALIFIED.
RUNNIN AND RACIN,
TILL DEATH FINALLY CATCHES ME
LOOKS ME IN MY EYES
FREEZIN ME ,
LEAVING ME EMOTIONALLY CAPTIVE.
DEAD BEFORE I KNOW IT
IN MY LIFE
I DID NOT ACCOMPLISH ANYTHING.
BUT HEART ACHE AND PAIN!!!!!
 

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