Friday, January 22, 2010

The Haunting.

I once met a little kid who told me life is what you make it,
To always be yourself and never try and fake it.
Your choices reflect your future and the resulting action
Will either lead you to a better place or bring you pain from day one.
I shrugged it off as I don’t believe in destiny
No one controls my life; I decide what’s best for me.
Little did I know the words the child spoke
Would haunt me forever with the life that I’d tote.
Asshole, jock, were some of the words I was called
Two hundred pounds, six feet tall.
Your ordinary athlete, varsity team.
I had a lot of nicknames, but you can call me Steve.
Popularity, friends, sounds like the life right?
There was only one problem: I had numerous sleepless nights.
When I didn’t, I had night terrors about the child
Who had haunted me with his words for such a long time.
But one in particular, I saw him in a cell
He said, “Change your ways or you’ll end up in hell.”
I said, “Fuck off kid! You don’t know anything about me!”
He replied, “I know you better than you think, young Steve.”
He disappeared, I awoke, heart racing, breathing heavy.
I looked at my clock; it read a quarter past three.
All I could do now was stare at the wall
Thinking about the day I’d end it all.
If you’re wondering, I didn’t graduate I screwed around too much.
Partying, drinking, smoking and such.
I had to do something, it was my only escape
From my night terrors, trying to deny my fate.
As I’d watch my friends leave, I then realized
I had nothing, I’d exceeded the amount of tries.
The stress was building up, I couldn't bear it anymore,
I was about to end something I could no longer ignore.
I got up, paced, I'd had enough
It was time to put this behind me, to be free of these handcuffs.
I got dressed and headed for the door,
Passing my parents room, they didn't know the pain I endured.
I stopped for a moment with tears running down my face.
I wish I was a better son and not a disgrace.
I kissed them both on forehead and locked the door behind me
Quietly saying, "I'm sorry I couldn't be what you wanted me to be."
I turned over the engine and drove to the nearest cliff
My body was already becoming cold and stiff
I walked to edge, looked up and said, "I’m done,
You can have my life back, that’s it, you’ve won."
I looked down at the be all, end all,
Leaning forward as I began my fall.
As I descended, a shadowy figure came into view,
It was the silhouette of the child I’d hadn’t a clue.
As I fell, his face became more and more clear
Until I could recognize him from ear to ear.
I wasn’t surprised; this is how it was meant to be.
All along, the child in my dreams was me.
I smiled, closed my eyes and prepared to join the dead.
If only I had listened to what he had said.

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