Making a Change
MAKING A CHANGE
A disease is what they say I caught
unlike math or history it was never taught...
Taking control of my mind, body and soul
taking me to the bottom of a hole...
Just as cancer or any other terminal illness
my health has plundered without any awareness...
Drink after drink and doing this thing called dope
hanging ourselves at the end of a rope...
Time after time losing everything I got
robbing and stealing, I even got shot...
I'm running, hiding and looking over my shoulder
no warmth left in my body and i'm starting to get colder...
"Why" I ask myself, "am I living the life of a loser"
Handcuffed and beaten sitting in the back of a cruiser...
We all know where my story could end
I'm given one more chance to try life all over again...
I am going to try hard to do exactly what I need
to get ahead in life and finally succeed...
I'm enrolled in college now and happy as can be
not doing it for you, cause i'm doing for me!!!
Copyright © Edward Hill | Year Posted 2010
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