A Poem.

In the early morning hours I sit and think of a time, a place, a moment it was almost twenty years ago, In the distant I heard the gun shots ring out , soon I was standing where I last seen a friend now pouring beer over the spot where he meet his end, I walked further down the block listing to the sounds, the smell from the wet streets filled the air this was the street life I had found A life were you can not fill, dream, hope, or care day to day is how you live, drown your sorrows and sedate your tears, those are for the dead that is, Violated as a child, beaten as a kid all for a life I didn`t ask for, forced to grow and walk like a man, men don`t cry, men can take death, dodge bullets and except their destiny at hand. for my crimes and for my sins I walked that road and believed it was so that I was born with a look in my eyes that was as if I had no soul, there was no future for me I never seen my self any other way in any other life to me like the others this is were I`d take the last breath in me by a gun or knife I lived this life pushed myself to the edge took all risks shot at, shot back beaten, beat back I was to young and to bold. this is were one might write then I found God, not me God was some one who turned away from me long ago this sinner knew it was so, that night in a rage I came across words on a page telling a story of pain that was the same words that touched me and opened a door, when I cried at night I thought I was the only one, no one knew I had dreams, hopes, that I cared, I felt pain in my heart alone at night I fell to the floor I found a way out, a way to escape, I found a poem, words that were put together to ease some ones pain, a poem that found my soul, a poem that helped me stay sane see God didn`t turn his back on me this poem told me so, he was there all along this I now know, on paper I set my heart free my anger,remorse, all the hate in side of me, pen to paper a poem I found one lonely night a poem that helped me see.