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Jan 2021
I started my life
A wayward young man
Having no knowledge
Having no plan

I took one step
Then took another
Left what I knew
Turned away from my brother

Stood six feet four
On my own feet
Learned what I could
Always felt incomplete

Filling my life
With inconsequential things
Memories, mistakes
Stuff that life brings

Tried killing myself
Just to forget
Came very close
Haven't accomplished it yet

Stepped off the edge
Into a miserable abyss
Always getting *******
Never getting that kiss

Breaking my back
Just to survive
Never looking to tomorrow
Here I am still alive

Never doing it easy
Having been hit really hard
Paid all the dues
So I've earned my card

Tried not to fold
When the pressure was such
Failed to realize
When it became too much

So when I lay down
To sleep tonight
Perhaps when I wake on the morrow
I'll be able to get it right.

                Mike.
Michael Hancock
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Michael Hancock  62/M/I have been writing poetr
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