Sunday, June 05, 2011

Caned



I’m no longer sane
Can’t keep on going with the pain
I feel the water from the rain
Hittin’ me just like a train.

I see the concrete gettin’ stained
I hear there’s good men gettin’ caned
But, no it ain’t ever be explained
We jus' accept the drip, drop, drain.

2 comments:

  1. Sanity is highly overrated. I wrote a poem about a train that was my sanity years ago. Reading yours makes me want to hunt it down!

    Hang in there,

    Blessings,
    Marion

    "I don't suffer from insanity. I enjoy every minute of it." ~Author Unknown

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  2. Oh, I'm not to down about being sane. Usually feel better after the poem writing :)

    Is the poem on your blog?

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