My Past
Green and white
One bedroom one bath
This was my prison
My penance
Stuck in a living hell
Either to be beat forever
Or die
I choose the third hidden door
I stood up, in a safe place
And bowed out
I stood up for myself
Outside I looked young and strong
But inside I felt and feel so old
Broken, bruised and withered away
This demon clings, hangs on
No doubt it'll never fully leave
So I'll just use it
My own story, my past
Published by Casey
I'm 24 years old, I live with my fiance, Jake and our two dogs Lakota and Katie. I'm a full time union laborer and working, fishing and hunting every spare moment. View profile
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2 Comments
Post a CommentLove your attitude on life. So many others could use you as their inspiration.
I like this. You CAN use your past, to give you strength for today...