You took your life for granted
You lived it up
You got what you wanted
As you drank another cup
I sat there waiting
On the real you
While you were hating
I am through
The more you drink
The more you ask
The more I think
I am almost done with my task
With my life
As I held it dear
I held the knife
So near
Waiting for the time
To strike
Stop on a dime
You sing in the mic
As I lay in the dark
Laying behind a rock
Wondering where to park
Attaching my stock
You took your life for granted
For death
Is not what you wanted
Your final breath
Comes knocking at the door
As the floor comes crashing under you
You lie under the floor
I am through
Because you took your life for granted
You lived it up
You got what you wanted
As you drank another cup
YOU ARE READING
My Old Poems (2011)
PoetryJust a compilation of the poems that I wrote in 2011 on my Ipod. I wrote these poems at the time to try and lift my spirit, I knew I needed it then. Enjoy. Become a fan on Facebook if you like it. http://www.facebook.com/Johnhicksbooks :)
