Photo by Paul Andrew Sneddon
Slept on the couch,
Slept in the bath tub,
Slept on the floor,
Slept in the graveyard,
But,
But it wasn’t my time.
Wrote a letter,
Wrote a song,
Wrote a message,
Put it in a bottle,
Smashed it,
Against the wall.
I wrote it down and burnt it.
Watched the smoke drift to the skies.
I walked the street,
People crossed the road,
To avoid me.
Wouldn’t look me in the eyes.
So I.
I kept walking.
This is my truth.
I am living proof.
I am alive.
My spirit reaches the sky.
They tried to kill me,
But I refused to die.
This is my truth,
I am living proof.
I am alive.
My spirit reaches the sky.
© Paul Andrew Sneddon
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