Untitled Bit from JRU 

Untitled Bit from JRU

So here I sit like a jumper on the ledge
People questioning my mind, so close to the edge
Traitors all of them, so I give my pledge
My oath, my honor, my sanity won't clear this hedge

Its likes a wedge,
in my mind, I fall behind,
gifted, uplifted, I see the sign
a one-way to ticket to box of pine
the chills run down my spine
all the voices whine, no good deeds done in kind.

Newspaper clipping is all you see,
another young life ends in tragedy,
to see the rest of the story "please turn to page 3"
And family's all crying "Just let it be"