A Life Of Horror Poem by klever Gold
A Life Of Horror
He wakes to look into the mirror
But all he sees is a face of horror
He hates to see every new day
He wishes his spirit had gone far away
All he gets from his friends are abuses
When he needs help he gets excuses
His one and only friend is hate
His acts are of a devilish trait
Nothing good comes his way
The last thing he does is to pray
He drinks till he his drunk
He his like a ship of victory that sunk
Words cant explain the trouble he faces
Life cant explain his terrible cases
Nor the amount of peace he chases
No one would wish to be in his place
It his an issue not everyone can face
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4/18/2024 1:21:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
That is true, it isn't an issue anyone can face. You brought everything that's clumpsily going on in the person's head and broke it down. But many a time, we don't get the love and attention we deserve. Very good write.