Another Meeting
Meetings, boredom, fatigue and grief
They talk so much it's beyond belief
I wonder why I am here at all
I sit and stare at the barren wall
I listen but I don't hear a sound
I stare at the crack that's on the ground
I am the man who has no voice
I am here, but not by choice
I scream at the voices in my head
I wish I was asleep, or even dead
To be free again, all it takes
Is a dirty needle and some shakes
Oh help me, help me please
I am begging you on my knees
The meeting's over, I see the sun
Let's do it again, it was so much fun
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LOL - great Poem mate and funny!!! Thanks for sharing. Best Kevin Richardson
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