High

     I was a troubled teenager,
I think most of us are at that age
So I’m not gonna try to say mine
Was worse and put myself on a stage

I’ve never mentioned this before
But within our poetry we share
We release what’s locked up inside
And it’s our inner soul we bare

So here’s a story that I’ve never told
One that haunts me to this day
There was a single mother I befriended
And I became her prey

She was in her twenties and I was fourteen
She was my real life (Maggie May)
I didn’t know it was wrong
It felt alright and I thought it was okay

She liked to dull her pain with wine
And Marijuana and there was me
We would spend time together on Saturday’s
Getting high and having *** if I would agree

She had an infant baby girl
And one Sunday early morning
Tragedy would suddenly strike
As it came without a warning

We were feeling good at around one
I’m gonna bathe the baby she said
We should all get some sleep so off
They went and I fell asleep on her bed

As the clock was about at three
I thought I was having a dream
I heard a screeching cry and waking
Me I quickly realized it’s a woman’s scream

As she was bathing her baby
That’s when things went awry
She fell asleep too the baby drowned
And died because we were high

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/09/2020
All rights reserved
This is a true story.