Sorrowful Regrets Poem by Laquory Jones

Sometimes it just feel like I've let you
Down with my head pointed down
Fascinating is the ground just knowing
Deep down I won't always be around to the
Point anxiety starts gripping me do you
See me slipping gee you'll never know
The pain that's eating me but no doubt
People will feel it in the upcoming centuries
People ask me why do I think this way
Might be because of the paths I had to
Take while sleeping on the wooded floors
Of a 4 by 4 And parents yelling at me more
Richie get a grip in life we are bound to R.I.P

Sometimes it was truly scary I don't want
To be a sour mush but hope and trust never
Showered us too many demons had sprouted
Up to the point feelings mounted up
Pulling me under while hearing the clapping
Of thunder sometimes life makes me wonder
As I feel myself continue to ponder
My mind's full of asunder
As veins succumbs to this plunder
I don't know how I think maybe I don't
Think enough this road is becoming
Treacherous calm is just too much of a
Stretch for us (Ummmm Richie who is us?)

It's my third and second wind it's the thinning of
Oxygen in my lungs two times I've lost a
Friend maybe it's just me screwing up if you're
Ever feeling froggish leap just take the plunge
People's pain is what I absorb Flexi Sponge
People don't know you like I do I can see
The things hurting you sometimes you too
Can get buried through the cow manure just
Another rotting feeling of this hurt that hides
What you're truly worth you might find this
Really weird but relief comes in common tears
I get this constant pain it gives me chills maybe
It just fits the bill like liquid pills for the ill

I'm running on a thin line of the divide my dad
Says that I'm mentally inclined then I hit the
Sub-divide Richie just stay sublime as you
Sink into the depths of the poem it's not a
Lie I have tried cutting ties by cutting veins
Inside I hyperventilate my family is estranged
And it feels kinda strange as it hits with a
Bang I writhe and I break too many emotions
I'm force to intake in my mental state until
I grow irate with this inward hate but it must
Have been fate I had died four mins late
I mean cried for my sake as I try to
Contain my composure but each day that
Passes we're just getting colder
Like the age of the older with broaden
Shoulders I'm calling this closure.

(1/15/2016)