Dreary days and
endless nights, tormented
by man made dreams
and endless schemes.
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 needless pain.
If there is no effort there is no gain.
I have discovered that my
many friends are now few.
The many used me to no end.
The few helped me to begin again.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2009
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