The Paths We choose In life....Are not always good Ones...

A Poem by Onlyme

Nice quiet lad went bad.

Ended up getting picked

on at school by bad lads.

Who made him a drug runner

for the local drug dealer in

his area.

He grows up.

Thinking he was a hard man.

Because of what he did.

And saw vile, evil, nasty s**t happen

around him. Due to the drugs

the money, the lifestyle.

His mother did not even recognise

him anymore.

The fancy clothes, jewellery, watches

car, holidays the violence, the trouble.

The guns so forthwith.

The gangster attitude and cocky

arrogant way about him.

No more nice guy.

She turned her back on him.

And wanted,

nothing more to do with him ever.

So, his only family was his drug pals.

Some 10years later. She was looking in

the local newspaper and saw an article

about a Well known Gangster and dealer.

And saw it was her son.

He got shoot down in a bad drug deal.

Via rival gangs. In a hail of bullets he

died.

She never attended his funeral

with all his gangster mates being theirs.

And the local and national paper too

talking pictures and asking questions.

She waited a few weeks later.

When his story and bad popular fame had

died down.

And other stories where the main topic

everyone was talking about.

Then she went and saw her son again.

And started to get to know him for him.

Without any other influence taking hold

of him again.

He was just her son. And she was his mother

again. Bad sadly it happened in death.

And not while he was alive.

The choices we choose in life.

Does not also affect us but others too

at times.

Like him and his mum.

© 2019 Onlyme

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Coyote Poetry

You are right my friend. We do wait till we cannot repair.
"He was just her son. And she was his mother
again. Bad sadly it happened in death. "
I have my weight of regret. Somethings can be hard to face. Forgiveness is necessary. Thank you Dawn for sharing your powerful words and thoughts.
Coyote