Throwback Thursday Poetry: Seclusion

lasting memories in my life
trapped inside within my mind

no one sees or wants to look
at my life like they should

wanting love; wanting life
only having too much strife

asking for help and nothing else
only getting everything else

life is precious; life is grand
death is merciful; death is sad

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

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