some old poems

The promise lands
                           by patricia marie
  
I push myself to do better to prove to u i can,
yet i seem to fall as a failer beneath the grave yard sand.
my eyes cry thickened drops of blood,
as my soul began to fade.
my dreams vanish into thin air, 
those dreams i once had made.
shackled to the ground,
pined down with chains of command,
the world laughing in your face,
as they claim its the promise lands.
those walls of steal that hold you in,
the walls society create,
the only freedom you have is your mind,
but sometimes thats hard to escape.
                                           99'
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