Gasoline - Poem by Dougie Fresh
Feelings of Loneliness flood through my thoughts,
Currents swiftly drown me in my own isolation-
The rain drops of solitude pound my weary head,
Falling from the ominous clouds of despair!
Cold, Dark, and dreary is the only home I know—
Steadfastly shackled and tormented in my own prison-
With the thoughts that make me unlovable—
Undesirable—to anyone around me—all I feel is pain!
Hate burns my soul as the populous of this place—
Spreads the embers—and the ones closest to me—
Spray me with gasoline straight from the pump—
Am I even worth the $3.03 a gallon?
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