Where?
Where do we go I am debating
To ponder the fears of love or of hating.
I am so scared the thoughts that I am thinking
They give me excuse for some of my drinking.
Wells are deep and so is hell
Who made me so hard
That I cannot even tell
What is good and what is fair
What is here and what is there
Where is up and where is down
Is a smile a frown upside down
Peace a dream dreamed by killers
Life a story read in thrillers.
Who made me hard
Hard as an oak
Why am I sad
So easy to provoke.
Nothing seems easy today
And nothing tomorrow the same
Flying in dreams does appease me
Releasing my pent up desires.
My body is just but for hire
For those to pad thier own pockets
Where can I go
Just to say no!
If it takes life on the street
I have already felt the heat
My body is ready for cold
Where is my soul? So bold.
Manic thoughts
And dirty pots fill my sink
Where do I cleanse the stink?
Nothing is where I expect it to be
Where am I in this worldly factory?
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poem by John Shea
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