Sad Soul Poem by Jayvin George

Sad Soul



Unhappiness creeps upon the soul of the un expected.
Un happiness is disliked but well respected.
You know like that dude with a rough past but made something out of it.
But un happiness never allows recovery like it throws you in a pit.
Pity for yourself, happiness has none.
The days you awake to see the morning sun.
Days you dread in a rush to go to sleep.
Wishing that you shall never awake that you soul is his to keep.
Satan or god depends on what choices you made.
You think about the times you watched and laid.
Laying down with tears flowing from each eye.
Laying down full of regret sending questions to the sky.
Prayers going un answered but tragedies coming true.
That Trayvon martin case, imagine if that was someone you knew.
As you prepare for sleep the cousin of death.
Eyes glazed over like a herion addict that tried meth.
Stuck in a daze for about four or five days.
Trying to get two meals or at least trying to make it out of the maze

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