Sitting in trial
Waiting on the jury to reach its verdict
After a while
They predict
That I was guilty
Of False Representation
I felt filthy
This confrontation
Flips another page
As I walk on the liquid nitrogen
Going through another stage
Losing oxygen
I take another step forward
Wondering what's left
This journey so hard
Attempting to recover from this theft
The more I try
More I sacrifice
I wonder why
Is it worth this price
The solution
To my addiction
The pollution
Of my fiction
False representation
Strapped me in these locks
My story swept across the nation
My death knocks
I can no longer breathe
My throat closed to constriction
I am stuck beneath
A veil of addiction
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My Old Poems (2011)
PoesíaJust 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 :)