in a gas station in arizona i see myself about ten years from this day a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other hand for miles i can see nothing but brick-hard sand and i remind myself that i brought this upon myself fell in love too often and now this is where i am in hell, my life ruined, my potential spent it comes to a halt as i stare at the sun, hoping my retinas burn out and i take a swallow of beer and supress the urge to pout so i won't see this anymore, this pain i feel because i followed the crowd my career, my love, my life under a heavy black shroud this is what i came to, my pride and my stubborness got me here with a cigarette and a piss-warm beer as i get up i realize that i followed the crowd too much my wife comes out onto the porch but i jerk away from her touch i did not want to get married, but this is why i hate the 2.5 children, why i'm an enemy of the state but this is why i'm gay,i love on my own and i'm not dumb this is the trouble i MUST stay away from and so im not the fat, depressed angry guy in this story, and if i become one thats my way out: to stare into the sun.Birth sign: Aries
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