Derrick Clark Poems
33: Years Out Of Exile
All my life, it felt like I was in a atonement for enternity.
Trap in this mental prison called the system.
As I am the prey, while they is the predator.
Running for dear life, to escape this mental carnage.
Wondering why I, have to experience so much failure and pain.
Coming with a solution, to starve out this beast.
Reaching within myself, to bring out this hidden warrior.
That ready to unleash his fury.
Knowing the key weapon is sacrifice and will.
Finally realize,33 years of my life.
My mind is my ammo, to overcome my darkest hour.
Running On Empty
Food, water, and oxygen, is are embody for living.
Take away them, life will just extinct.
Praying for spiritual guidance, that your life don't run on empty.
Mind, body and soul you always need to keep intact.
Because I know one thing, it aint good.
When your body running on empty.