Today
Sept.27th
2017
To whom it may concern...
The streets of poverty and the blessings of the roofs
As the Indian
Comes inside the house
That someone doesnt
Lock....
From a past I remember the chief's place
As he watched me slept
Today ..I remember
He was bent down ...
Maybe he crouched
To watch ..
Sooo many things im not proud of....
Today
I cant speak my thoughts
Just weave
Illusions
And try...
To escape
This dead
Pergutory
Place
Im sorry
I started...
But I have to get awake...
Like the night because
The rules say
Its ok to sleep
I dont want to get up!!!!
I dont...
Want the night to end
Because
Guilt says im lazy
Then I sleep
Fear the feeling
Penetrates clutches
My heart
I need a new house
..
I need friends
I think of someone else
Joellen
I worry about
You...
Someone who was
Always kind
Polite
And good
Soo...
On the floor
I lay...
Makes me angry even if I was
Awake...
My empty stomach...
From my garbage
Sink...
Out of coffee...just
Rice...
Im ok...
Even if
You are not sorry
I just do what Jesus says
I went to a apointment
Things are
Better
Now that
Im 43
I am
Stupid
I am dumb
I say but
Thats how you feel
About me
So I chime in the same thing
I dont believe
Trully the names I say
I ll be ok
I feel better..
Its ok...
A love word
Good