Prisoner 09/19/2018

The thoughts keep coming

If a certain song comes on I can still hear them singing or humming

If I close my eyes, I can sometimes see his face

They killed him and left a trace

Life became an impossible race

"Who gets caught first?" Became a question of our daily routine 

I witnessed things that should have never been seen

I constantly think of shooting up or smoking dope

I have lost the majority of my hope

I hear their voices and it echoes throughout my head

Especially the man that is now dead

In life, I'm now falling behind

It's too late 

Now, I'm a prisoner to my mind

This poem is about: 
My community


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