Confused and lost

My time im my life I feel as if it all a lie, as to everyday im feeling hurt deep inside. For those days I put in and those days that I put out more and more I feel left out. The life of glory we all seek I seek nomore. All my dreams are all like shutters clanky clank like a old car worn out. And my life rattles and rattles as if a snake wraped me up so tight I struggle to get out. More I go on I see beauty and inside I feel hurt and wounded.



Poetry by Shawn Neeley
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Written on 2010-02-19 at 18:10

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