Self Destruction

by Nestor G. Mendoza

Looking back at my childish ways,

lord knows of my devilish days.

The path was clear but took the opposite lane.

I was falling & yet i couldn't complain...

 

Lost in the motion of the time,

Im sorry that i couldn't comply.

 

 

13 while fighting a battle,

innocent youth facing a rattle...

I understood the lingo,

no need to scream. 

Obviously you weren't much help either.

One ear i got my enemey,

my right ear got my inner me.

 

What has this poison done to me?

Im done with the past me. 

I choose not to let it grasp me.

I let go of my pain and in came the rain.

 

I woke up 17;

looked back and said...

"Man what a bad day."