striving to get to the heavenly gates
when living in this so called hell
everytime i get a little closer
everything burns up in flames
nothing getting in my way except 4 old habbits
smoking my sorrow with a pace
trying to drink the bad memories away
but they only gone 4 a while then they always find away 2 stay
its like living in a prison and not being able 2 get out
then when u call 4 help no one hears u shout
just starring in that dark cloud
not seeing anything in that path
having no sight
but trying to see something that is not there
i have a chance where
kathleen hintz
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-one-more-10/
