You found me sad.
But what happiness,
Does an outcast have?
For baby, I’m a prisoner.
A prisoner shackled,
To iron bars,
Constructed of my shame.
My inmates have an echo,
That pricks my nerves.
The inconsiderate fellows,
Just live too loud,
On my vulnerable days.
This prison consumes me,
As I know,
This is all that’s left for a shell;
a few dregs of happiness
after the elixir
has been gulped.
About the Creator
Chloe A
L O V E T O M A D N E S S
It Only Took One Minute.......
It only took a minute. I was sitting at the computer in my office when the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and then laid it down my desk as I went to find the student who the call was for. Within seconds I was back at my desk, ready to resume typing, when I heard the student yelling obscenities at me for listening in to his call through the handset that was still lying on the desk. Sick and tired of the lies he was spewing, I was up running down the hall, ready to kill him. By the time I reached him, I had calmed enough not to hurt him, but as I turned back towards my room, I knew that I couldn’t go on like this any longer. The decision was clear. I had to leave.
By Gail Wylie4 days ago in Motivation
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