Momma Said... Poem by Zachary Crouch

Momma Said...



Son, I don't wanna see you go bad,

I don't wanna see you mess up and end up like your dad,

I see the sorrow in your heart, your in a sea of pain,

Just make a new start, cause you have so much to gain,

Please stay away from drugs and watch out for booze,

Don't end up like those thugs with nothing else to lose,

Boy, you gotta keep away from the things that make you cry,

It hurts me to know that you always want to die,

I know you beat yourself and your becoming weak,

I know you want to talk but you don't know how to speak,

Son, please tell me this, is there a voice inside your head,

Does that demonic little voice say that you should be dead,

Is there a man on your shoulder breathing fire in your ear,

Is he saying that the time of death is slowly growing near,

Do you fear this man and his serpentine voice,

Is this why you always tend to make the wrong choice,

Do you just close your eyes and pretends it's alright,

Have you ever sacrificed it all to survive another night?

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Listen to me son because i don't have much more time,

I'm afraid that, soon, I must make payment for my crime,

Tell me son, do you hear the reapers song,

Don't you know, he's been singing all along,

Smiling at the blood thats dripping from your wrists,

As he watches the life slip slowly from your fists,

Tonight, my son, his song will finally cease,

No longer will the cry of death interrupt your peace,

Your hourglass, my son, I have filled with sand,

Now, i will take hold of deaths killing hand,

For you, my son, I've risked it all,

For you, my son, I've taken this fall,

Tonight i swear you'll hear something new,

For tonight, my son, the angels sing for you.

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