Where To Go When There Is Nothing Else Left Poem by Fred Chamberlain

Where to go when there is nothing else left
when you feel deaf
when you feel cold
although your not old

there is so much hate
while you feel like you suffocate
is there anything left at all
even after what i saw

maybe it is where i am
it feels like i am water at a damn
stopped with no where to go
not even a place to call home

i want to be free
just like everyone i see
i think that is the way to be
i wish that, that could be me

it is so nice to have friends
especial ones who will stay till end
there here to help
i know they will answer when i ask the anything