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Sep 2010
I wish
I could write my way
Out of this one
One too many
Slips of the mind
And forgets
Of deadlines
Lining up
To collect their debt

Take my time!
I don’t
Give a ****
Though my time
Is measured
There are infinite
Minutes
To obtain after life
I sold so much
To stay alive
But never my soul
What’s the purpose
Of life without it
I doubted
I’d ever be placed
So low
On the spectrum
Of happiness
But I happen
To have a heart
That beats regardless
Of a hardship

A list of loans
To be made
I borrowed
More than could be paid
During my days
In the burrows
Buried by my mistakes
Helping hands were lent
I took a grip
An uplifted spirit
With
A price tag
That wasn’t fit
For this
Budget
I wouldn’t
Budge
If this loss
Is my final
Than Finally!
I choose to refuse!
Help
For the price
Of my life
And lose
Again.

Again,
I gain something
From a loss
Against the odds
On the eve
Of destruction
Fate
Made a statement
That was heaven sent
A testament
That tests a man’s
Strength
Overcome this disease
Or come to your knees
And succumb
To defeat
Decisions will be made
To give in
Is out the question
Giving your will
Is instilled
And your vision
See’s the blessings
Seize the blessing
And received
The lesson learned
Let it burn
As a memory
Tattooed permanently
And showcased
For all to see
As history
Stares at its future
Which you’ve
Created
Joseph Childress
Written by
Joseph Childress  30/M/Detroit
(30/M/Detroit)   
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