Black Sheep Poem by Robin Bennett

Must be this life catching up with me
Tired of dodging bullets
Like cheap insults on the streets
Looking like death
In the midst of hell


Stuck with this wasted life
Blue eyes muddled dull brown
Fallen smack dab in a hill of dirt
I am worthless

Shovel another layer on top
Bury me further
Time for a cheap trick
Then an eight ball
Sweet surrender
I'd rather blow with the winds
Then crawl with the rats

Done at twenty-one
Failed the school of hard knocks
Life chewed me up and spit me out

Can't sleep, sheep counting sucks
Whole life trapped in the 'hood
Sleep eludes me
Counting back from one hundred
Prancing sheep behind closed eyes
Until the very end