Maverick Jones

Uphill Fight - Poem by Maverick Jones

I'm losing my roll, and I'm afraid of becoming unfold.
I just want to make something of myself before its to late, I don't expect you to understand what is at state.

Someday I pray that my writing will be a new rage, but until that day I'll will be locked away in my steel cage. So I remain running through the night, chain down my demons to face what is right.

I can feel the weight of the world on my shoulder and the pressure is starting to overflow, I guess I'm trying to help my world not to blow, no matter how low my emotions go, I'll push forward even if I end up in the insane ward.

I can't promise I won't go crazy when you toss me in a cell, I'm not always thinking straight making my mind a living hell.


Topic(s) of this poem: fighting

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2014

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