Branches Book

BRANCHES

If I had the money to pay anything…! Forget about jail status, any status is still at your old address!

POEM 3: HELPLESSNESS

No time, all the time. No love, no life, no freedom. All the hope, no time. Nothing but grey sky Never alone, never whole Endlessly hoping... Hoping for nothing I suppose. No place to be safe, No place to escape from this hell.

Repetitive endless circle of misery digging through your skin, Deteriorating your body breaking it down to a fragile weak frame, Leaves you frail cold and slow. Hurts, like a shock that never ends.

Jump to a sorrowful end. Or maybe I won’t have to. Die sooner from the food, Get attacked out of the blue, Maybe by blue, Poor medical care

Dropping out yes That would be a cop out. But maybe its for the best, And I can finally lay my head to rest.

POEM 4: REGRET

How did I get here, how do I spit here, when did I get here, what is it this year? Hope I can see clear, change my demeanor, get the bigger picture, see through the mirrors.

How could I if I can’t, how could I if I could, what would you do,

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