The thunder roars
I look to the sky
As the rain covers my face
I imagine what it would be like to soar
I've tried to force my world of darkness into the light
Taken many loses from countless fights
A recovering addict
But will I ever fully be off the pills?
Destorying my life
When I should be making myself better for my future wife
Just think of my son
The shame he would feel
The world giving his father a raw deal
After this rain out the cracks in the concrete
New growth sprouts
(C)2010 Steve Logan
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