Adam Hudson

POETRY TIME, by Adam Hudson


They say she has some secrets,
They say even he has secrets,
That’s OK cause I have my own secrets,
That I’ll never share, I aware I’ll that them to my grave.

I have a grave heard in my closet.
Bones stacked on top of bones.
Hinges coming lose, needing a another closet to hold all my mysteries from the world.

Laying down in the middle of the floor,
Staring wide eyed at the ceiling,
Dizzy with all the image’s that run across my eyes.
Things I’ve seen, things I’ve done,
never would anyone believe.

So I ask you…Look deep into my eyes and tell me what you see?
– A lifeless body filled with demons tearing apart the good left of me.
– Tonight you’ll find me on my knees begging the lord to save my soul be I cross over to the dark side and forever be doomed……

~ Probably not my best but this what I do when I feel down. I try to turn my sadness into a positive thing. Some time I wish I really knew how to write poetry. The last grade I completed in school was 7th. Yeah I be in the 8th but never passed it technically and I even went to the 9th grade and spent 3yrs there cause I love it so much…….right!! lol I’m not that smart in the book unless its health a and science. Math, literature and history is my worst.

Till next time.

Adam Hudson # 737-672
P.O. Box 45699
Lucasville, Oh. 45699

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