A Liivng Hell Poem by Tango

A Liivng Hell



A Living Hell

I shot at the sheriff,
he shot me,
now my legs don't work,
so now my life
is an utter misery.

Twenty hours a day,
I spend in my cell,
contemplating the stupid mistake,
that has turned my life,
into a living hell.

Wednesday, September 27, 2017
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