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Aug 2017
I sleep on a floor
Renting a space
My nephew's crimes I pay for
It's a ***** disgrace.
The cops investigated
What a joke
Now years of bills and poverty
It is a caged monster ready to escape
And put an end to forced humiliation
To **** for a chance to free myself
From forced isolation
Now a skinny white boy
The doctors fail or never wish to help
a financial and emotional gun against your

Head.
What do they wish for me to do?
To suffer so much
The albatross  tightens around my neck
The pain suffocates me
And I swing in life until I'm dead?

Motels and arguments
People want their money
Pay up or emotionally suffer
As they tell you how worthlesse
You are

Until one of you snap and never go very far.
Older but never any wiser
Same situation
Never an exit
I wish to run
But their chains
They bind me
Until I accept the reaper's invitation
To end myself
To end this pain as I grow slowly insane

When will I be an equal
As seen through loved ones eyes
If I'm the crazy with his head floating in the skies

I break to  sanity
Here they go
They are angry to hear reality
Due to the acts of blind revenge
Now the sounds that are crucifying a human life
Cut him down due to their mind manipulating
Profanity
Kevin Michael Kappler
Written by
Kevin Michael Kappler  Illinois
(Illinois)   
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