Poem For A Good Friend

All of this pain, I feel inside,
torrential rain…I can not hide.
Sitting very lonely, thinking of a forgotten past,
and all of the things I had, that would never last.

I try to press play, and I try to go on,
but this vice, that holds me, is ever so strong.
It’s chains constrict, tightly now, and they hold me down,
but all I need, is a way, just to move on now.

I looked up to God, to ask a reason “WHY?”
does he make me hurt, and he make me cry?
Why does he make my heart frigid and cold as ice,
and why is it that I always feel, i’m the one that pays the price?

I grew up as a poor boy, I really didn’t have much of nothing,
now it feels, these days, I really wished that I owned something.
I was momma’s little boy, I was her special man,
she told me to be good, believe in God, and I’d see the promised land.

That thing so near and dear, it was quickly taken from me,
the winter’s frost,in which I’m lost, slowly falls upone me.
I knew not what to do, for I was so very young,
I thought she died, it was my fault, but now I know I was wrong.

Twenty years old now, and now I figure I am a man,
the last man standing, and I’m a terrific man.
I look back at the things I was taught when I was young,
and now i’ve got the strength and the power to carry on.

Poem For A Good Friend

redman10

Nashville, United States

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Wrote this for a friend of mine who lost everything in his life, hoped it would cheer him up

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