I see her, her beauty; I’m dreaming.
We love, we marry; I’m dreaming.
A father, two kids; I’m dreaming.
A job, I love it; I’m dreaming.
The anger, it’s growing; I’m dreaming.
Alcohol, overflowing; I’m dreaming.
She loved me, I hit her; I’m dreaming.
They cried, I persisted; I’m dreaming.
The cops, they surround me; I’m dreaming.
Alone, in prison; I’m awake.
©Copyright 2001
February 10, 2009 at 8:30 pm
wow man… thats brutal. I love poetry like that, stuff that has an ending that really hits you hard.