John Johnson Poems

A wondering soul shadowed by fate

Surrounded by hate
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Siting in this corner all alone


Wishing for a place for my heart to call home
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The pain creeps in to my heart and soul


It grips down on me and starts to take control
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A wondering soul shadowed by fate

Surrounded by hate
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I am standing on the edge now,


Looking down on the jagged rocks,
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Drip drip it oozs from with in,


It pores out of me like every comitable sin,
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This a poem with a twist,

It's written with a razor blade,
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Who am I
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A waste of space,


I feel like such a disgrace,
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What is in store for me?


So confused,
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