Lost Poem by vernon jon freyer
Lost
I envy the man that lays locked up behind bars
He hopes not for a better tomorrow, he looks not to the stars
He knows no dissapointment for in no-one he trusts
He understands death and expects it, for him it's no fuss
He lives for the moment and appreciates the day
He waits in silence for when death takes him away
Incarserated he still keeps his sanity
Im free but im LOST, so it's this man i envy
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