a prayer to late

i stare at these walls
wondering how i got
to this place
one became
more than i should
have

now i sit
in this room
with no walls
just
bars

gotta tell her momma
i failed in her eyes

i didn’t bring
her baby back
and now
i have to live
with this

pain in my heart
probably isnt’ right
its my fault now
that she won’t see
her momma again

what should i feel now
as i sit
in this room
with no walls
just
bars

and how can
i look
in my mommas
eyes

when she
knows what
i have done

will she love me
like she loved me
before
before i destroyed
so many lives
like
i did tonight

god
i’m so sorry if
you can look at me
god
why won’t you listen
to me

god

i didn’t mean
this
momma.

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