Day to day I wake up in a cot knowing I could die here surrounded by candles haunted by repressed memories.
I'm living in a horrible nightmare, I just don't feel like I belong .
Lord knows I did not want to be here.
What is a normal life?
Walking in up and down streets feeling homeless
But wait I am ,
That been will never be filled
Argument after argument makes my head pound and palms palid.
What is a normal life?
My wife is pregnant
There is no money or venue I could get my hands om for a baby shower.
Little peanut
It's a girl
What is a normal life?
I really dislike the father of her child, upset it is his .
Wish she living with her
What is a normal life?
I shall runaway and start over!
But my scars will follow,
not my homelessness.
Now that is a normal life when you runaway from instability into stability.
Where your dreams become a now instead of a never...
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PoetryHere are a collection of poetry I have written within my teenage years, early adult life . I hope you all enjoy.