04-13-2014, 03:31 PM | #1 |
ghost in the matrix
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my story
I wish i woulda known what was expected of me
i was protected and free till i neglected to see that i was only coping because hope had agreed. My mother passed away i fell down on both knees; Tears fallen like angels revoking my speech. I choked so i could breathe living hopelessly Snortin pills and drinking so copiously That i destroyed my inner demons emotionally. Poetry in motion as i ran to her grave, ashamed of the way that i had tried to behave I missed her voice, it was love that i craved from my addictions embrace that kept me enslaved. On the 4th anniversary of her death my daughter was due Breath resumed easily like i had never offered it to With my son already here i would become a father of 2 but with no time to write what was an author to do!? I put down the pen and picked up my work boots, putting idle hands to good use developing virtues. Directing private planes and meeting the stars gave me something that i had only seen from afar. A chance to move forward and learn from the past, Remembering my mother graduating top of her class just to afford a house with a yard full of grass So i shed my mental armor and sat next to my casque. Now I'm working at a bank rising up to the tops, In the same career as my mom buying up all the stocks. I'm just trying to lead by example for both of my kids, Show how it is even though i was in a hopeless abyss. You gotta keep pushing, don't give up, cuz if i did... I wouldnt be here crying behind my eyelids telling my story, to my kids
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