AGAIN TODAY
I often think
To myself
That my life
Just sits on a shelf
Like the things
At a store
They’re all lined up
But what for
Why am I
In this box
Surrounded by walls
Doors and locks
Of what good
Does this do
It certainly hurts
Both me and you
Day in day out
My body goes
Yet deep inside
The pain it grows
I’m on autopilot
In almost every way
Except my heart
Broke again today
-Peace
SOBNYC - growing up in new york city during the 1960's, 70's & 80's 
Beautiful. I often have the same thought.
you are so kind,,i must have you under some kind of spell huh???
Yes, captivated, invigorated and constipated.
u r my biggest fan,,,oh wait,,no im ur biggest fan,oh wait im a fan ur a fan,,,what the hell is going on here?,,if we’re just a couple of fans, who he hell is writing,,”oh wait ,,no worries,, I’m back,,hahahahahha
beer is good
When I read this, I pictured a man in a dark room, smoking a cigarette and reciting the poem, with only a candle as his light.
soo lets get a camera,,a dark room, some butts, a candle,,you , me….
Sobnyc…its a beautiful poem :)
you are awesome to say things like this. ur lucky I can’t reach out and hug ya
oxoxox
:)