Ace Of Black Hearts (04/17/1984 / Homa Lousiana)
For The Better.
Shaking off the dust.
Remembering how water creates the rust.
A chemical mastery.
Dreams, Ambitions, Premonitions.
I have been here before.
Can you see that scribble of a line.
Thats me small and insignificant.
I don't want your recognition.
Forgotten son oh what has he become.
Do you even remember me now?
Probably in a bar sitting drinking the past away.
Pain is my strength, love is my light.
I haven't forgot but I have done my best to move on.
No guidance for children walking so blind.
I was one of them.
And look at what I have become, look what I didn't do to a child of mine.
Abandon in the pouring rain.
Or at least it seemed that way.
Blurry are my visions of how it really ended.
I was only six.
The why could never satisfy.
Excuses just breed hate, with indifference I have my scars.
As if my face is ragged and marred.
A fortune in a jar.
But it's not mine.
That is somebody else I no longer know that person.
A inner reflection, a changed man and just maybe its for the better.
Let my actions reflect the consequence.
Responsibility where did I exactly learn that.
Not from you, no not from you.
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