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Jan 2016
Distant
So much ******* pain
It hurts so bad
Really ******* sad
Of the road I'm on
I'm just like a newborn
Fussing all the ******* time
Never giving life a fair chance
Needing my wooden spoon
Cause I'm not done pounding with it
And crying fore more and more
Years I've wasted searching out the truth
Only to come up empty in the long run
I've had my fun in my youth
But now everything seems undone
Like there is no point in laughter
Cause there ain't much to smile about
Hoping I don't give in to disaster
And make things worse in the end
I want to stand up for what is right
But I have no courage to muster
I want to give back to life
And help others out
But what do I have to offer
I'm a ****** up individual
With a kind heart but too many
****** up questions going through my mind
I want to give back to life
But just don't know how
I wear a frown
And think life is full of ****
With everything that's involved
Everyone has to be politically correct
And the road I see ahead looks grim
james arthur powell
Written by
james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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   --- and Bianca Reyes
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