Wrong Way
Well the wind blows and so does life,It can cut you down just like a tree,
Like a nice brand new chainsaw does,
It has put so many cuts all over me,
Yet I stand in the ice blizzard,
And wait around for the sun,
The ice hits and penetrates deep,
But I absolutely refuse to run,
I now ask this question,
Who will stop all the pain?
Another good question is,
Who'll melt the snow to rain?
Jesus has failed many times before,
Should I go ahead and try again?
How many more times should I try?
Two, three, maybe even nine or ten?
I could go ahead and try forever,
He might have been showing me,
In ways that I really haven't noticed,
If so lord make it clearer to see,
I hope you are real it would be nice,
To know when I died I would be there,
Yes it would be great to have that,
Not have to be in this flesh that will tear,
But if you're not willing to show me,
You must not love me like you say,
Or maybe when I die I'll go to hell,
That just might be my price to pay,
I could ask my dad but he is in prison,
For a crime that is so nasty and violent,
Some times I will sit and think it over,
It leaves me cold, sad, and rather silent,
For this is not my fathers doing no not at all,
And I hope the accuser will hurry up and die,
I hope her death is very painful and gruesome,
And that is the truth about this I would not lie,
I would ask my friends but they are far away,
I had to leave because of all this raising hell,
I wish it wouldn't of ever happened to me,
I get so mad that sometimes I just cry and yell,
I would ask my teachers but they don't care,
They think I am a poor kid from a distant land,
They don't ever talk to me or other kids here,
Except when they would like to give a command,
I would ask my dear old grandparents,
But age and life has just took them both in,
Besides my grandfather hates my guts,
And dear old grandma thinks I'm one big sin,
So I go to the whiskey bottle to find the answer,
Oh I have found so many there that seemed nice,
But I forget them by the next morning hangover,
Before I try that again I will definitely think twice,
I have to find a person or thing to give answers to me,
So marijuana is my answer at this lovely present time,
I just sit back and think of past memories with friends,
And make movements without sounds just like a mime,
But there are no answers here an earth,
No I cannot seem to find even a few,
So now I hit my pipe to try to look again,
But if there aren't any what will I ever do?
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2006-03-15 at 02:37
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