It Ain Over Till It's Over

A party animal, burning the midnight oil, you know, moaning and groaning every day, every night. Drinking till dawn, hey gimme a little weed and why not? you know a little weed never hurt anybody. A little meth? A little heroin on the side? cocaine perhaps? You know I'm gonna do what I wanna do I'm doing my thang man living my life, that's what I'm doing it's my life momma, daddy, get your hands off me What I do, got nothing to do with you Arrogance, arrogance can do you in, yes indeed. The dens of evil shoveled beneath the core of decency, will ravish you, manipulate you, taking you into a frenzy unknown to the realistic world. That black hole with the pungent odor of failure, will own your very soul and you...you become it's slave. Wallowing in darkness, buried alive yet aware of your surroundings. What can you do, clenched in the fist of a power unknown to mankind. A power far beyond your control has captured every fragment of your being, because 'YOU' let it. Lifeless you appear though the mind is alive and aware of this cave like existence. An existence of your own making. Destiny was your control until you gave it up to the swingers, the porn sculptured creeps of society, the drug gurus who harbor no sympathy. The devil's crew as it were huum? Reaching out and pulling you into the hands of carelessness, the hands of mockery, the hands of uselessness and you succumb, you succumb. Here you are, hanging empty like the rotten fruit dwindling off the broken branch of lost life. Hopeless...encapsulated, chewed up, body mangled but the mind lives in total awareness and you exist with the throngs of regret. Observing, remembering, pondering day after day, where did it all go wrong. The day of reckoning has come but is it too late to revive. As you wait for the inevitable to appear...fear begins to haunt what's left of your soul, anxiety swirls within the mind and that shivering shell is wasting away right before your eyes, and there's nothing you can do now but wait for mercy. Is it too late, is it too late to pick yourself up, is it too late to mend that broken branch. Is it too late to look in the mirror of the past recognizing that once upon a time, that reflection was you. Ask yourself the question, do I want my reflection back bad enough to do the work. When you sit down and wrap yourself with the blanket of hope, holding yourself accountable for what went wrong in your life. Shedding the heave of evil... a preponderance of light will shine on your being and you will become alive again. A rebirth...now filled with wisdom, ready and willing to share your experience so others don't follow that same path. Your darkness can bring light to the lives of others, it's never too late. You become the mentor now. It ain over till it's over... Written by: Melvina Germain Date: Nov.9/2011