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(drawing picture of a jail cell looking in)
Daunting Existence
I strain to look out, so far away,
through the crack in the window,
at the dawn of the day.
To catch a glimpse of freedom
far off in the distance,
escaping this cage
and my daunting existence.
I can see freedom,
bust only in my past,
so please tell me why,
am I trying to last?!
Existing in this world,
that has diminished all hope,
so please tell me how
I'm suppose to cope?
For I stand at my cell bar's
staring off in the distance,
yet I still have to cope
with my daunting existence.
Written by: Ronald W. Clark, Jr
October 24, 2005
So Unkind
I struggle with my hope,
I struggle with my dream's,
and I struggle everyday,
with my life, it seems.
Stretching one day
off into another,
existing in this world
for my mother.
A world so, so unkind,
unlike hers this is mine.
Held off-in suspense,
held in by razor wire fence.
cencrete, steel and stone,
I'm left here allalone.
Where hay's turn into week's,
week's into month's,
and month's into year's,
blended together
with so many tear's.
A world of doom, a tiny cage,
a small ass room,
Nine by six feet-
of living space.
A world like no other place.Two world's, two heart's,
separated miles apart.
Yes, unlike her's this is mine,
A world that is so, so unkind.
Written by: Ronald W. Clark, Jr
October 22, 2005
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