Return From DustA Poem by Taylor WilliamsA self reflective piece, I didn't intend it to come out like rap but what you write is what you write.
Damn, I can't believe this s**t
Never did I think I'd be a piece of s**t I've turned beautiful homes into broken souls Burned every bridge of those I've known Now every time I come back home It never really feels like home I've traded everything from the life I'd known Probably why I'm all alone Feeling like a kid, no place to go No family to call my own I still remember when I was young Had so much passion and never fired a gun With every pull of the trigger The flame starts to flicker I've tried suicide But this feels quicker Combined with the booze That's killing my liver Hang overs suck but My reflection makes me sicker Man f**k How could I think I'd live off luck I never really knew how much life could suck But when you lose everything and find your rut Life forms a fist and strikes your gut And how can I try to justify Every heart broken by my f*****g lies I know it's my fault, no place to hide From the demons that haunt when I close my eyes I constantly think I'd rather die But when that thought crosses my mind Time slows down and I watch the sky How could I destroy such a beautiful life Had so many chances and nothing but time And I threw it all away for a worthless high Maybe I was right and my time is nigh To lay in my bed, wait,rot and die But I still have time to try and right All the wrongs I have done, do I have the might? Is this my human right? To stand and fight Destroy all the demons that plague my mind Rebuild the bridge and regain the trust Is this how a hearts returned from dust? © 2016 Taylor Williams
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Added on February 24, 2016 Last Updated on February 24, 2016 Tags: Reflection, past, change, regrets, life AuthorTaylor WilliamsWinston-Salem, NCAboutWell i figured id redo this since a lot has change. Im taylor williams still but im now twenty years old. I joined the marine corps in june of 2012 to help further myself physically and mentally. I lo.. more..Writing
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