Round 2

A Poem by Joey Martinez

I wish I had the power to create
The power to determine my loved ones fate
The option to delete my problems so I don't escape
Or deal with them face to face
I wish I can control time
Go back to when all was fine
Back when I was young, waiting in line
Before I became this and started doing crimes
I just want a second chance at the game of life
Because my pencil is shifting into a knife
I Don't want the led to turn into a bloody mess
I Don't want to end up like the rest
I just want to start over and fix my pain
I want to add more sun so I can avoid the rain
Life, precious life, give me another shot
You have me trapped and left to rot.