Addiction

Trapped in Addiction

Struggling with Family

No hope for Freedom.

Stuck in the dope game,

Struggling with the lack of fame,

No hope, full of shame.

M.A.

Criminal

Doors shut...
Locks lock...
Behind bars... Or flying to Mars...
Five days by...
Four more why... If crime is like time...
I'm an hour past mine...
No feeling sorry now...
No guilt.
No shame.
I was doing it for fame.
And now look how lame... I feel I'm going insane
Six by twelve...
Feet that is...
Gold metal Bright room...
Bad food Bad mood... Tossing and turning...
No sleep...
For jsut about a week...
No looking out... room confinement no doubt...
Made bed... old books...
Aging face... withered looks...
When I get out... no longer a crook
Three days left... don't bother holding your breath..

M.S.