Dontay Anderson jr

maybe through death...






These days seem long. I yearn to be free and to be home. I yearn to be by your side protecting you. Those are dreams I dream each and every night. Days I wish I could leave these dark walls behind, and walk forward into the bright light. I get down on my throbbing knees.....I left you and I’m sorry! I cry. I sigh, I sometimes wish to die, gruesome pain in my sad eyes, with ‘‘you’’ I want to enjoy life...but i’m caged...yes, caged for what seems as a petty lie. Maybe through death i’d be free......

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