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My life from past to about now

Poetry By: Sarrowda1st

My past, things i have live so far

Submitted:Mar 26, 2013    Reads: 4    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

_ My inspiration is from past situation living in different places cuz mama was a fiend loosen her dreams to dope no coke is how she coped with life, but she went to far got hit buy a car but she survided,it took her mind, giving up on the rest of her time.then there is my Dad who lived in a different land. a mean man thinkin he could rule his lad with a iron hand cuz he was sad and mad about the life he was handed .. So I broke free, moving from city to city as a kid live with no crib hustling to keep my head above water hard to be a baller till I got a little taller then theres my lover turned into a pregnant mother wit a little daughter but I wasn't ready to be a father she got adopted to another family thst wanted a baby so I dug harder to hide my failures living in a broke down trailer.. drinking like a sailor moved on to my next failure being homeless feeling the coldness walking from crib to crib being hopeless till I met this lady damn got another pregant lady, God just haten me, but I'll do what I can to keep this baby and make a family but life handed me a ticket after she told me she got rid of it so I dipped to Florida to my brother he like no other helping me threw the rough water till I got that phone number to my x lover sayn she wants to come to florida and by the way u still have a daughter I just lied about not wanting her.can u feel my torment like heaven split but I'm ready for this risk of being a father to my second daughter I'll do everything to love her and the mother but it was a hard lesson leaving us in a cold depression.. don't have to mention I did what I could to live like a real daddy should,, but lost my grip on life can't sleep at night losing that fight wit strife till I lost my light from taking her to her mother now neither one of us can hold are baby daughter damn x lady Cuz I was living shady being homeless wit a baby my life was over loosen my little hugger so I left this place started my down word chace, pills to the face living in outer space till I made it back to the first place I started. Time snorting China white . And in time I started riggin lines to dull my mind till I woke up seeing the lines from gettin high like fuck, why can't I die..when I'm high, I needd a friend that could give me a helping hand to get back to the lands of sand to stop being that fienn man so I landed back in the ocean washed my hands of the last land but I'm still roming the coast but hands free of dope tryn to make my last stand with damned tatted on my back in black as rembrance of what hell is from lifes past lessons don't care about faith or blessins just the end of this true story..my life full of torment so I feel devil sent.riding hell's bench.


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