You sure messed up, son

Dreams of making it 

Aspirations of peace and tranquility

Money and Property 

All by the age of 18

Instead you love all you see,

You're just incomplete without a cheap thrill,

Some blind bad man,

These things you speak,

You're just in too deep.

Dancing through the club,

Worshiping the femme fatale,

She hangs on your every word,

Watching your lips move.

She takes you home,

You say, Baby please,

She says its cool, 

Nine months fly,

Your mother she cry,

Your father he nearly die,

When you expect to be free.

2 years pass,

You're in jail,

You stayed in too deep,

Your father he say,

You sure messed up son

Reviews

[freelancejouster]

i don't know if this was intended, but the monotonous way this is delivered, "this happened, this happened, this happened" gives so much structure to the poem. magnificent.

[Jessica Marlow]

yet in some ways you can't help buy to feel srry for someone even tho they caused this to themselves

[fernii]

very descriptive, great poem :)

[Ruth]

Life is not all roses and this shows that..poignantly so! We can have so much and watch it fade in seconds, superb write xoxo

[Coyote Poetry]

Life can be this way. We can have it all. Then just as quickly as we found paradise. We lose it all. I like the flow of this story and the ending. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Powerful and disturbing to the point of self concious pools, well done, good read.