Life After Mistakes
The dark clouds rolled
On the day I got out of prison
Sitting on that lonely road
Trying to start back living
Nothing is different
Still the same old me
When the much needed change
Is too far for me to see
The dope sits and stares
With that fine cut powder
Should I go up
Or should I take a downer
The .45 seems to still fit
Perfectly in my waist band
I can’t take it out
I can’t do this again
I seek the face of God
Hoping for some light
Take me from this darkness
Take me from this night
Emotions running wild
Wondering what’s to come next
Feeling as if I’m cursed
Under that witchy woman’s hex
She left me long ago
Not liking who I was
It wasn’t her fault
I was the only cause
I want that love once more
With her kissing my lips
I think of her often
As I take another sip
I put down the bottle
Blow the dope in the wind
Throw away the .45
And begin to live again
Copyright © Cameron Crick | Year Posted 2011
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