Taking what is not theirs
The Leech
Going up never-ending stairs
Getting things to others are out of reach
You expect everything to be on a silver platter
But you get none
Because you don't really matter
You are done
You take things that are dear
That are close to my heart
You are near
You always were from the start
When will you learn
That you defiled
Me and I have to burn
For what you dialed
What you called
You scolded
My heart you mauled
As it all unfolded
I tore holes in the wall
Drove a mile
Took a fall
Walked a while
Bound by everything
Stuck on house arrest
Having nothing
No rest
For the weary
This day so cold
This soul so dreary
The Leech so bold
Taking what is not theirs
The Leech
Going up never-ending stairs
Getting things to others are out of reach
Leeching the blood
Away from your heart
Your body started to flood
From the start
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My Old Poems (2011)
PoetryJust a compilation of the poems that I wrote in 2011 on my Ipod. I wrote these poems at the time to try and lift my spirit, I knew I needed it then. Enjoy. Become a fan on Facebook if you like it. http://www.facebook.com/Johnhicksbooks :)
