Charles Hice

Rookie (May 13 2004 / Heaven)

Third Person - Poem by Charles Hice

Third Person
Third Person
paul charlax west
a fith of november
pps 202
of middling stature full faced fat of body of complexion fair his forehead high on each side with a little thin hair coming down the hair of his head and beard grizzled
Third Person
family used to mean something more the other people
you dare to judge me worthless for being homeless
you place your friends above my love
you need professional help
eye was ready to die for you to kill for you for love
for family
the time it takes me to involve others just let me say this say on
police are not real people eye would never be a friend to one or allow one to be a friend to anyone relatively speaking
a police is not religious the job requires skills with weapons and fighting
not suited for the church
get a new life somehow you will never be involved in mine
this is for eternity is a long time
the shadow of your smile is gone
there is no such person as you in my heart or life
and because you did this to me at a very difficult time in my life
it will be the end of us and love

Poet's Notes about The Poem

this is not about the ewe

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 30, 2014

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