Poison

Dreary days and
endless nights, tormented
by man made dreams.

Smokey clubs on
Sunset Boulevard, needle
infested alleyways,
and little girls that pimps craves.

I long to rid myself of this self
imposed prison of degradation,
of suffering and endless pain.
If there is no suffering, there is no gain.

I have discovered that my
many friends are few.
The many used me to no end.
The few help me to begin again.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2011