As My Life Goes On
As My Life Goes On
The past is gaining on me
There's nowhere else to go
I'm tired of running
Ready or not it's time to face my foes
The ghosts the demons the skeletons the scheming
The lies the deceit
I was young and dumb I kept it all discreet
But Now I see the joke's on me
Yet but one regret sleeping with the enemy
My lust got me snared
Bewitched and bound in Jezebel's lair
Who will laugh last? What will become of me?
Soon enough I'll see as my life goes on
As My Life Goes On
I’m not fishing for pity just to set the record straight.
I stand a man on his own two accountable for my mistakes
But all the drama has taken its toll
The trauma has savaged my psychological
To the point of no return? Highly probable.
Yet only Heaven knows which way the wind will blow
So my lonely soul searches for a remedy
“Lord Remember me.“
At the resurrection… but until then and as you can see
Somehow my life goes on
As My Life Goes On
What’s left for me to live for my baby’s gone
Yet you say, “For me you’ll pray,
You're sorry for my lost. And I will be ok.
God will keep me strong….
Time will heal the pain as my life goes on."
But you don’t know the half nor have the faintest clue.
First cache 22
Then tell me how you made it through.
I’ll be waiting on you
As my life goes on.
As my life goes on
But first peep this verse. Things get worse. Pay close attention.
Dodge that hearse. Don’t die cursed.
Take heed to your intuition's premonitions.
Before I drifted the shadow shifted
From the valley to my alley
Death had orchestrated a premeditated grand finale
To my surprise It paid me a visit
I was bound, mute and defenseless
Laying on my back and looking up
Thinking "What the fuss?
I can’t breathe! But I can’t leave!
How can this be?
I thought the curse was lifted!
At the congregation’s litigation
I took a plea - to avoid the maximum I was surely facing.
I rejoiced and gave praise with my hands lifted!
I believed it, and thought I received it!"
But what went wrong that I would write this song
About the events ahead that soon would come
When all was said and done it was the epitome of irony.
My hands were still lifted.
“Please don’t shoot me!"
"You have the right to remain silent". E T C.
“What’s going on? Why am I here? What’s up with all the guns? Why are you
arresting me?”
The flashing lights the 9 mms the nosey neighbors the sirens
End of story faded glory slowly all went dim but it‘s been almost ten.
And as you can see my life goes on
Copyright © Larry Mcmillan | Year Posted 2021
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