Gone not lost

I become like them that go down into the pit
I'm the walking dead to these haters
trying to survive
in this dark and gloomy world
It's like I'm the prisoner
yet convicted and sentenced
just for being born
To some I'm all mixed up
with eyes of silhouettes following me
but when I see how there souls are
it's all covered in granite....

poem by Shai Cherry
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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