June 16, 2012

Twenty Poems

From The Sound Mind by Floyd Smith (author's profile)

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Epitome of Punishment

Her I am very far
Needles near my veins and arms
Because I've strived to be someone
Now they won let me see no one

In tragedy, I plant my feet
My life is almost lost and long gone
System take my life away
and it won't be long

Now will I dance in the doom
Will Satan have an upper room
How can a brotha be so strong
will dying kind of last too long

Can't go to sleep, can't feel my feet
I'm feeling kinda slipped away yeah
ain't nothing right about this wrong
and it won't be too long

And if I get the chance to sing one more song
I'm going to kick no turning back all night long
I'm going to sing as long as I can still breathe
Commence the time, Trauma, death penalty

Epitome of Punishment - Take my life away
Epitome of Punishment - driving me insane
Epitome of Punishment - Will it be too late
Epitome of Punishment - How long will I have to wait

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