I see flaws in my life, sadness and pain,
I feel the path I've chosen will leave me insane,
But destiny may have it and I cannot change,
This life I have I cannot exchange
So many nights without rest or sleep,
Yet in this journey this pace I keep,
I will die some day and tears will fall,
Look back to me as my writings recall
As i sit here writing this poem,
my mind is as aged as a bottle of jeroboam,
Nothing can prepare me for what life brings,
people needlessly preparing for when death sings,
No I'm not afraid of death,
But what i am afraid of is the time and place of this last breath,
knowing that any breath could be your last,
stay positive look at the future and don't dwell on the past.
By: Taylor Griffin
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