I'm dodging shadows
waging battles
raising tadpoles
buying baby rattles
and baby bottles
watching my baby waddle
to his bottle
but, all my babies got old
without me
my children doubt me
they remember their parents shouting
loudly
even sunny days are cloudy
mommy and daddy are getting rowdy
on a quiet family outing
can't go one day without it
how did
I allow it?
my children's minds are clouded
I lost my mind but found it
I crossed the line
and found myself surrounded
I bought some time
to find a way around it
everyday my head is pounding
the tape is played then rewound
the only trace that's found
of the days when i was a kid
I was chased to this place and hid
to escape my ways
and debate what i did
here, i can lay for days
off of the grid
lay to waste
or flip my lid
save some face
from $hit i did
I hate my fate
and the way i live
scrape my plate
for a scrap to give
pray for a day
when I'm glad to live
I've lost my way
and feel bad for them
remember the games we played
when i was "dad" to them
it makes me feel sad within
wanting this madness to end
I'm taunted by life
when reality bends
haunted for life
by faces of family and friends
and retracing to the places
where they met their end
its so common I'm complacent
with the death of a friend
overdose of meth
or death from a syringe
I'm the last one left
from my clique of friends
I guess this is the best you get
when addiction wins
I hope the lord lets us
repent for our sins
we commited after
losing our innocence
I asked for forgiveness once
and haven't done it since
I've been binging for months
and forgot what love once meant
mourning the death
of a love once sent
regrets from rent money spent
whats left wouldn't make a dent
now i gotta explain'
where it all went
so I bare it all
cause i don't care at all
I know it ain't fair at all
not aware at all
her parents were their to call
didn't realize they were there at all
til i caught a glare from paul
I wasn't prepared at all
for the dare to brawl
they were there to stall
til she packed up
all her crap up
and had it stacked up
in the back of
her daddy's black truck

A good heart died that day
only one part survived that slay
you made a spark arch
from out of the dark
part of my heart
it's what required to start
the fire i acquired, by her
I'm so tired of being hired and fired
it has inspired my desire
to write words
and I'm so tired of being hurt
and needing work
needing them
and wanting her

Great write..

Very wonderful, and powerful. I love this one.

damn good dude, damn good