I've Wasted to Much Time

Time is no where to be touched

Only by god can it be clutched

My life has been one big waste

At only fifteen I've partaken in in lifes bitter taste

Like when my father died

I could've helped someone in the same position instead I just cried

At eight I felt as small as a shrimp

But he didn't raise me to be a whimp

After about a week I regained composer

When I realized death is the best closer

Four years later was worse

It seems on me there is a curse

At first my step-dad was great

But crack-cocaine is a powerful bait

 He slipped back into use

And yeah I went through physical abuse

Every one in a while I got in a punch

Once he tackled me so hard I lost my lunch

But once again I could have used my experience to help someone but me

But at this moment I don't know who that could be

Also I've wasted time in school

Instead of learning I sleep and drool

I probably won't graduate

I must mentally saturate

So I can my G.E.D. pass

Because I fail almost every class

Even this poem I'm writing

I could be out in the street siteing

Someone who needs help

Or hear someone yet out a yelp

But I will no longer waste time because with each passing moment I am that much closer to death

And every day I get that much closer to my very last breath