Sanctuary

Down and out, out and down, and I just can't go on
Lonely, confused, sc-sc-sc-scared and withdrawn
Dodgin', avoidin' all the imaginary stares
Nobody here to help me, see, nobody-body cares
By myself, by myself, always standin' all alone
Can't shake, shakey-shake this lonely life that I've known
One hand on my crucifix, the other on my gun
Which one can I count on, count on, which way should I run

The burden of my life is gettin' too much to carry
Sanctuary...please give me Sanctuary

Locked up, locked up, doin' time time and again
Three, six, nine months, now I'm facin' a double ten
for goin' slowly through a window where I didn't belong
I knew all along what I was doin'-doin' was wrong
Fell down, then wrote down-down the reasons I fell
and vowed out loud to escape the demons of hell
One hand on my homemade cross, the other on my homemade knife
Which one gives me sadness, madness, which one gives me life

Tired of bein' paranoid, tired of bein' wary
Sanctuary...please give me Sanctuary

Twice burned, learned my lesson when my mama passed away
A life filled with gray opened to a brighter day
Livin' straight, livin' right every day-day, every night
Don't need to fight to get excited, only need to sit and write
A new start, I gave my heart to someone greater than me
My Creator, sooner or later, was gonna-gonna set me free
The greatest difference between the two-two ways that I've been livin'?
In Christ's heart there is no difference, I'm forgiven, I'm forgiven

Life's but a test in which the results never vary
Sanctuary...Christ gives me Sanctuary

The echo in your poem makes one feel the loneliness, as though I can hear the echo as you call out in an empty cell. Powerful!

Right on! Yeah, it used to get pretty lonely sometimes in there. Until the day I realized I might get lonely, but I'm never alone. Dear God in Heaven, my only true friend, was always with me. He let me wander for a reason, and He absolutely puts every rhyme in my head. All I do is live it and write it down. Word.

Was looking through the poems then i saw and read this one. I care for and love real and raw stuff like this; it also sounds very personal to you, so thanks for being willing to be vulnerable enough to share with us.

Well, most of the rhymes I write come from personal experiences I've had. Sort of like a diary or a journal, I guess. If I only wrote about the good times, I think I'd be misrepresenting myself. Plus, I'd have a lot less rhymes :-) My life is my life, and I'm glad to share it with you.

"If I only wrote about the good times, I think I'd be misrepresenting myself. Plus, I'd have a lot less rhymes :-) My life is my life, and I'm glad to share it with you."

Exactly...well said!