Life Poem by William Cheesman

I lie in my bed wide awake
Shame that's not the only lie I've ever had to make
I think to myself for christs sake 
Why did a take the bait
Why did I try to deside fate 
Now I've lost my mate 
Now I'm forced to hate 
But with no reason for hating 
For me I'm just waiting 
For my rymes to start making
You think your there but the end just keeps escaping 
Away from me
And everything I see 
Or miss 
Instead I There's nothing, no bliss
Instead I'm left puffing, bitten by winters kiss
Just me and the road beneath my feet 
Worn down by the beat
Moulded by the heat
To think all that has happens on this street 
Only not tonight
Tonight theres just me lite by these street lights 
But I'm still happy despite my life that I lead
I don't need a call to head 
Caus I'm happy being me