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Coming to Terms

by Neil Heddings 5 years ago in sad poetry
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Prison

Nostalgia

We know it.

Heartache

Heartbreak

Pain and suffering...

who could resist?

Ups and downs

I like how that sounds.

It exists...

Or does it?

About time you

Finally

Came around.

Weep into your pillow.

A field full of

Willows.

Apple trees

Honey bees

Sweets with a stinger...

It was just a dream.

I love you

I need you

I miss you.

Words tattooed on my wrist.

Truer words never said.

One of my life's

Little twists.

Don't make this about you

Don't put it on me.

Keep those words

Out of your mouth

Never again

Not in this house.

Life behind bars.

Lights so bright

Can’t see the stars

At night.

Is this really

Me

Paying my

Debt

To society?

Dollar Dollar bill.

.20 cents an hour...

Slave labor

State wage.

With

Three hots and a cot

Writer’s block?

laundry is on Mondays.

We get old

Get over it.

No regrets

Don’t we know it.

Were only punishing

Ourselves.

sad poetry

About the author

Neil Heddings

Star I write so I can learn to live with who I am without destroying myself as punishment. Learn to love yourself if you ever hope to love at all.

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