Poem -

"Down on my block." (Cell)

"Down on my block." (Cell)

I am tired of getting  locked up, (no not only in jail), but in my own hell and when I get out, i turn around and dam if I don't go right back in again.
Condemned, too the view inside, fault displayed in pride, because the "real," in you hide and the cell mates, are sure not what you would lable a friend.

I am tired of being put down, no room to swurve, heart snatched out, kicked straight to the curve, with no real chance to mend.
the smile I once owned, now sports its own frown and the fowl words of another, be it sister or brother, (can be prown), to make a good life end.

I am tired of being locked in my own head, with no where to roam, wishing I was home, frantically and with self cause, now full of  dread.
With no stop sign in view, just a life of pain, promised to me by you, a beaten horse, left without even a shoe, bound and left for dead.

fed bold words by karma, at a time inwhich my tongue, (verbally) refuses to tote an  answer and  ears, (with no audibal appearance), claim to (formally entertain).
I reigned second to none, when dishing out shards of pain but when faced due retribution, it's as if being caught without a jacket, in a down pour of unrutted rain.

Back and forward through revolving doors, doating my crimes minor to major and all carefully logged, even simple as petty theft but yet am i, to have killed.
many lies, have already been told, many more, yet to be used, so many episodes of the "cup being half full," led to my incarceration, but never was it entirely filled.

thrill of this art, (they) took what (we) need, to buy or borrow, (was our shame), pure power (we) sought and when found, it was solely (our) claim.
the full gamut of their game, is your loss and pain), for it would be the assurance, of a full blown intimidation, they seek to gain

So don't ever confuse repetitive motion, with (actual progress), are you'll simply fall victim, to your own drawn sword ----
Just as a rocking horse, (when eagerly rode), continues to move (but in place) and makes no real progress forward.....Xoxoxo

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