Destruction - Reconstruction

I would like to share the destruction of my life
How I sold all my dreams to a world of pain and strife
I hope some youngster reads it and can clearly see
That to walk down that path is no place to be
I believe it all started the day I watched my mother die
Devil crawled inside my mind and said, “Gods the reason why”
It made it easy for him to attract me to the high
To convince me that I was owed my slice of the pie
I fell into a way of life or so it would seem
By the age of fifteen I was cultivating green
At the age of sixteen I had quite a need
It was at that age I started slamming speed
There I was a junkie trapped in a boy’s shell
With no understanding my life had gone to hell
At the age of eighteen I wanted to live fatter
So I took a giant leap up the homeboy ladder
I got a girl in collage to get a professor hooked
He taught chemistry and he taught me to cook
At the age of eighteen I had reached my goal
Never even thinking I had destroyed my soul
I learned to live with the fear that I would get busted
And how to deal with people who could not be trusted
In my early twenties I started doing time
Like the song by Johnny Cash I learned to walk the line
Time is like a waterfall that forever pours
It just simply never ends there always is some more
As I watched it come and go time and time again
I realized that I was at home caged in a pen
I looked in the mirror and studied the lines in my face
And actually even said out loud "worlds a better place"
I had just stabbed a man left him on the floor
I honestly have no idea what it was all for
When it comes to regrets I have more than most
I not only have my skeletons I also have my ghost
Youngsters if you read this please help spread the news
Life is both good and bad it's up to you to choose
Can you see the miracle that is written in this rhyme?
The Lord will save any soul even one like mine


I reposted this poem to enter
the where I come from contest
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Cagle Avatar
August 3, 2008 at 11:44 PM
damn....thats really all i can say. man this is REALLY good. if you dont mind id like to out it on my myspace. ill give you all the credits and everything. just write me back n let me know!! -Rebecca
Foulk Avatar
July 31, 2008 at 10:38 AM
this was a great read, am hoping that these words you write will help some one. this was a fine poem.
Richards Avatar
July 15, 2008 at 5:21 PM
You have come so far, and can help so many others by sharing these words. "There are no lost souls, if hearts are open". You were so kind to comment on my poem, however, you have a much greater gift to give our fellow readers with your powerful words. Blessings.... Carrie
Strand Avatar
July 15, 2008 at 2:33 AM
Michael you have a prcious gift for this form.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome observations
Babcock Avatar
July 14, 2008 at 10:01 PM
A powerful message. God Bless you for sharing your personal struggle with us. Phyl
Bingham Avatar
July 14, 2008 at 8:41 PM
Wow, powerful poetry, great testimony! Yeah if you can reach just one lost soul, kinda take back what the devil took, that would be great, your friend, Ron
Christine Avatar
July 14, 2008 at 11:50 AM
I love your honesty. Everyone has skeletons. It sounds like you have been forgiven, I am happy for you. Terrific and personal. Great! Anne-Marie Christine
Sheart Avatar
July 14, 2008 at 9:36 AM
Michael This is a amazing powerful write that will influence and change lives no doubt. To think that a poem written from one's own experiences in life could do that is a miracle in and of itself. I so admire that hun, I truly do. Here's to you and your amazing heart dear Michael. Thanks for sharing this with us. Good luck in contest. Feels like a winner to me. Love Light Truth Patricia Blessings to you and your family.
Winter Avatar
July 14, 2008 at 9:22 AM
I remember this amazing write Michael, and it still gives me chills. Good luck in the contest. It is a definite winner. Love & hugs, Shar
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