Stayin’ Up Late

Couldn’t hold back the tears
& you seemed not to care
no comfort near
despair

Was headin’ for the gallows of doubt
consumed by higher thoughts
in fear I been caught
playin’ god again

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Thirty-Seven

I had some shattering moments
– broken down by circumstance
I’d have died if not for the sake of my child
– a son I had to raise mostly alone
Murder-Suicide was an intellectual concern
– but never an option
What I mean to say,
“Don’t stand between me & my offspring”
– for that’d be a truly foolish thing