Moth Or Flame Part Two
Undisciplined youth
The most vulnerable as they came
Hold on tight, now ive wondered
Back to memory lane
Why not, while i try to understand
why Destiny is so very strange
(Years 1-10)
Started when i learned i was born from shame
Parents cared enough, but struggled all the same
Not strong enough were they
after they had given me my name
One left the other
So history tore through
Repeating as i came
Addiction bled through
A passage etching
Sketching and nonrelenting
Used as a scapegoat to pour out all their pain
I collected and harvested
Like bruce banner i kept in the rage
Of an alcoholic parent
And sundering marriage of anothers family
violent in there ways
So at the age of 10, war was set in my days
Carried the weight through even as i came of age
Years 11-17
Kept as much as i could inside me
So the beast would remain caged
Growing older didnt help
Was like a cloud of darkness rolled in
Telling me everyone was in for themselves
All i wanted was a peace of mind and nothing else
To grow to love life
And in my daily toil love its strife
All that i saw on my way was heartbreak
Watching others either fall into love
Or into a final heartache
Their spirit whispered to my spirit
that i would eventually break
Havent yet but im beginning to crack
Because hope seems is sticking to a stake
Copyright © Justin Worthy | Year Posted 2017
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