Course of History
This emotive poem traces a personal journey marked by hardships and encounters with unsettling experiences. The speaker grapples with the aftermath of a traumatic event, revealing the profound impact it had on their life and the relationships they hold dear. It's a raw exploration of pain, regret, and the relentless march of time, illustrating how life's trials shape our histories.
POETRY
All I did was try my best
To not end up like all the rest.
My parents never gave me the proper tools,
To be a lady and avoid the fools.
I was lost and looking for a place.
When things shifted and you were in my face.
I don’t know why you made a big scare.
You inhaled fluids instead of air.
What happened next when the devil leaned in,
Is how this entire thing takes an evil spin.
I knew in my heart from that very day,
Our lives were headed in a different way.
She was the first one that ever showed me love
That’s why she’s cold and thinks she’s above,
I’m the reason she has no remorse
Life can’t become History without running its course.
This feeling was unlike anything one can explain
A ten second phone call would have ended my pain.
