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My Mama Told Me There Be Days Like This
by Jersey D GibsonOnly a razor's edge,
from my frustration holding sway.
The patience of a loaded gun,
only nine millimeters away.
Tighten my hangman's noose,
from the gallows to the grave.
Like an amputation of the neck,
there's not that much to save.
Old habits die hard,
old junkies die harder.
Don't bother to sell your soul,
it's nothing worthwhile to barter. 07/26/2003 Posted on 07/27/2003
Copyright © 2024 Jersey D Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 07/27/03 at 05:53 AM Hi Jersey,
Good one, full of emotional. I certainly hope there wasn't days like that. Nothing is worth killing yourself. Life's too short as it is. yeah, ya have to work hard at old habits to stop them. Get help. And pray to the Lord about it too, very important to do. Hope things are much better for ya. Peace & Joy, Jean. |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 07/29/03 at 02:02 PM Dude! This is sooo good. I love when you get dirty and mental... |
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