The walls
I sit and stare at this cinder wall
I wonder why I'm here at all
I count the days as I lie in wait
Sitting here I know my fate
Is this life that stares at me
Or something worse with an evil gleam
I don't complain, for they do not know
But I do hope one day it won't be so
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hbworth
As a young guy sometimes i feel like there is a lot of pressure on me. Writing poems helps me ease a lot of my stress. i love to make fictional characters and tell their lives through these poems.
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