Bad Turned Good

Bad turned Good What’s going on with my life at the moment? Suddenly running along like a locomotive; About to explode in a poverty struck, cancer ridden, suicide; Or somehow find a publisher and maybe survive. For time is no longer on my side; So please help me! I’m all out of time. Please, I need to sell my poetry; Or die alone, with broken bones, in the street. Another prayer for the redemption of the guilty. Please I beg, buy my goods from me; Help me leave this poverty, So I too can be set free. Allow me to write, poetry to my Wife And I shall forever feel free. Let me tell her how much I love her in a letter; So she can keep my words of love eternally. Even when she hates me and kills my insides; I shall forever have wished, for her to have become my Wife. Just one taste of the bride in white, Someone to actually love me that much; It’s a joke I told myself to survive. Some people just die alone and lonely; Those people are just like me. So do as you wish, in my last dying moments; But my words are now spoken, for all to see. If you like my words then come and rescue me; From contempt, from the rent, from the demons I breed. They slaughter me and bring me bad luck; But this poetry they help me to write… So I guess even bad does a little good. (C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.