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Feb 2016
There isn't much to say
I have used up all the words
I give up on the ******* day
And the happiness I once heard
Playing games with my life
It's no wonder I can't find peace
Going along with this strife
It's hard for God to rescue me
Sometimes I don't want to be saved
At other times I need to take a reality check
It's hard just to get away
And realize I'm not playing with a full deck
I have tossed money aside
Trying to play the big shot
I don't know how to get by
Too many chemicals I have bought
I stare at my reflection
Hoping all will be better the following day
And then I realize my objection
To find oblivion in every way
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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