New Life
That hell of a life
That I led day to day
Left me with a lot
Of things to say.
Left me with stories
Of greed and drugs,
Walking over souls
As if they were bugs.
Becoming the property
of a man of greed,
Sacrificing my things I need.
I had to get out,
Make an escape.
My soul had become
A victim of rape.
Then one fateful night,
about two a.m.,
My past resurfaced
To take me from him.
The plan was set,
I laid in wait,
To escape this man
Consumed by hate.
I counted the days,
Hours, and minutes.
I tried to wait
But my heart wouldn’t hear it.
I had to leave
As quick as possible
The chances of calm
Were highly improbable.
Three long days
Of nothing but hell,
The love was long gone,
It was easy to tell.
I washed my hands
Of that life I led.
No longer will I
Lie in that bed.
Three days later
My life has changed
No longer do I
Feel so caged.
The air is fresh,
The love is new,
No more days
Of feeling so blue.
The cash is short,
But the nights are long,
On a daily basis
My heart sings a song.
Too often people
Fear the past,
The things they knew
Would never last.
They run and hide
To never resurface
The shame of a life
They felt had no purpose.
My past came back,
But not to haunt me.
My life of back then
Was able to pull me.
Out of the hell
I lived day to day.
Every day, I stop to pray.
That my happiness
Will finally last
With this hell of a man
That came from my past.
(2013)
