Long Days

Long days just stretch, to the push of the wind
Vindicating the idea, long lost within-
To paper these words are mere strokes in ink
But look at me closely, read it on my skin;

I ve wanted so much, with so little to give,
Waiting on miracles with no real motive.
Though I see it now, God damn! Its so clear
To reap what you sow, you gotta hustle through years.

But tis' just a thought,  as fickle as they come
I can see right through them, and yet act so dumb.
To paper these strokes are the last of tonight,
For my skin, I cant say the same, so I close my sight.

*A prayer and A prisoner.*

"God save us all!", same story, four walls,

what's the difference?

Addiction and crime, a cell, wasted time,

what's the difference?

Consumption and lust, a lighter, a bust,

what's the difference?

Ambitions!  dreams, passion, a scream,

what's the difference?

Living dead. broken beds, we spread,

what's the difference?

Thoughts arisen, a prayer, a prison,

what's the difference?

None.