Walking To My Death

Walking To My Death I held the truth, deep in my soul, my addiction, I thought was just a game. I flooded my mind with spirits and almost became insane. Many nights, I walked the railroad tracks with a bottle of gin in hand. Waiting for that mighty train to help me with my plan. As I weaved and fell upon the tracks, O a druken fool I was, screaming and wailing into the night, wishing I had someone to fight. I waited for death to come to me as I slumped in my vomit there. Slipping away from life’s reality, I heard the whistle blow. O dear, it’s time to go I knew death was coming soon but invisible hands grabbed hold of me. They threw me in the clear, giving me another chance to face reality. Here I’am today, writing beautiful poetry. So happy was I to know, my God in Heaven really loved and treasured me. Thank you Father God. Written by: Melvina Germain Date: March 31/2015