Why?A Poem by The High PoetJust a little something that came out today.... must be one of those creative days. :)
Previous Version This is a previous version of Why?. Why? I lived my life like I could never die Always knowing it was a lie On Deaths door step too many times How did I make it? Must have been the rhymes Too many times I was so close to death Convulsing on the ground gasping for breath But I did make it and left the drugs behind I have changed my life and become refined **** Looking back on the people I hurt Good friends died buried in the dirt So why did I live and they died It makes me so sad I start to slide **** Lets hope I don't slide too far End up on drugs at another bar I will not let my addiction win Just push it down with my grin
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21 Reviews Added on April 6, 2010 Last Updated on May 24, 2010 AuthorThe High PoetGuelph, Guelph, CanadaAboutOnce I ran and hid my face Scared to face my disgrace Always running no way out Now I stand and shout THESE ARE MY RHYMES! When I write it's like I have tapped into some kind of creative ener.. more..Writing
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