"reminging" poems
My life is like a puzzle
everyone has a piece of me
some of me here, some of me there
as i'm sitting in my cell, trying to piece back my life
i want to scream and yell
songs are going through my mind
reminging me of the good times
then i start to remember the bad
my emotions become deranged
i look out the window feeling like i'm going insane
i pace back and forth slowly
deciding if i should get on my knees to pray
for the lack of misery trapped inside my brain
causing this mental pain
but instead i want to sit here and write to you,
to tell you my hopes and dreams
i know will never come true
you used to tell me, i could always come and talk to you ..
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC