Tendinces Date: Wednesday, 10th July 2002 @ 02:15:01 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: alostcause In the fight I get so mad Everyone's cursing Feels so bad To get away I go internet surfing Can't get away They are all in my face Soon they will pay With their judgements made in haste My hands are shaking In this rage The bars are all shaking As I try to get out of the cage The tendinces of trobbing What should I do Ideas are flying What should I do When I'm gone No one will miss me I've been played as the pawn But I possess the key To my life ... This poem is Copyright © alostcause Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=8