Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2010
I smoked and drank.
I sat and sunk.
To this day, I quiet riot have the rage.
It’s a quiet night, a mellow tune.
The stars are bright, so is the moon.
He’s behind me every step of the way.
I’m running from death and he wants to play.
I’m in a dark land I don’t understand.
Holes everywhere with fire
He said this way out, the liar!
Why does he play with my brain?
Does he want me to go insane?
Where does this hill I’m falling down lead?
It doesn’t feel like a dream.
I tried to awake myself with a wild scream.
Scared, insane, tired of praying, I got away.
Thank you lord
The awesome beast The massive being.
(c) Wayne Andrew Paskell
Written by
wayne paskell
564
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems