Dreary days and
endless nights, tormented
by man made dreams
and their schemes.
Smoky 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
But if there is no effort there is no gain.
I have discovered that my
many friends are few.
The many used me to no end,
the few helped me to begin again.
Poet Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2003
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