Stumbling and falling to the sway of my own hate
Drugs ravage my heart and mind numbed by self loathe
Tripping on house heart racing, death knocks on my door
Thoughts of the people I have wronged lurk in a blur
What will the world think of me when six feet underground
Just a dumb kid couldn’t handle stress in a mist
Tables turn on me music to the beat, reaper reap
Poor woman who bore me she will grovel on knees
Shaming my name here I go once again dealing pain
Wind all in a stir no longer on the floor
Not on this plane I need not go home again
Wrapped in water and light I feel warm healings again
Revived I am alive, heart throbbing and beating once again
Author Bio:
Lucy Goodson is a mother of four children who decided to take a go at college scene, it has been 15 years since she graduated high school so the experience has been eye opening. Not only is she a mother, but she is 33-years-old. She has always loved to write and has had no formal writing classes until now. Poetry is her passion, along with God and her children.