"My Own Hell"

how does it feel
to be stuck all alone
to be your own prison
nobody answers the phone
nobody wants to talk
I'm on my own
can't drive gotta walk
no money need a loan
every car is locked
I kick and I groan
What now do I wait
Or do I make something happen
do I make a date
na... I'll just keep the foot tappin
just turn on a show
and wait by the cell
imagine a long time ago
and all the farewell
as I sit and I think
in my own hell

A "Tony" Poem

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