What Happened After the Roadtrip
I came back to a scene that was unbelievable! Tragedy has struck my home but what hurt me
most was my mom sitting there with her head down and tears falling from her eyes.
Everything went up in smoke but for some strange reason I still have hope.
What did we do to deserve this? I know I brought pain to you Lord but I want an answer to
"WHY?!"
Why am I still in this place, why do I pray to you, why did you let my mama cry?
Is it so bad to ask for a second chance? A second chance at LIFE!
What does that mean, a second chance?
Seconds have already passed while you've been writing this poem.
This is real life it ain't no game!
You can't press restart and start your day all over again.
I wish I had my grandma by my side to tell me this and not have to learn it on my own.
I can't see anything beyond that door.
Should I take a chance or just give up and die?
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