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Jul 2018
God didn't save me
I did not need him to
I am strong enough on my own.
If there even is a god
Why would he listen to me?
Why would he believe in me if I don't reciprocate that belief?

I let my guard down and
became something I swore I would never be.
An addict, a thief, a worthless pile of nothing

I hit rock bottom so many times I began to enjoy the pain
The Rise
The Fall
Getting high is great,
but most are silent about the journey back down

I failed so many times I began to accept this life,
but you cannot fail at life.
not completely at least.
There is no such thing as success,
and there is no such thing as failure.
There are only actions and their corresponding reactions.
Everything else is subjective
Heros and Villians

I'm too old for fairy tales
So I'll open this book one last time
Light a match and
Fan the flames

This book was badly written anyway.
Thomas Peters
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Thomas Peters  26/New York
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