Short Burst

Short Burst

Distant memories of stolen dreams
I am lost in silent screams
My world is bursting at the seams
Its all not as bad as it seems

I left home when I was young
Left to travel and instead I got spun
Into a world of drugs and guns
I became afraid of being hung

Scared into being straight
I was not going to take the bait
I will be real and not be fake
My hope is mine and it I will take

On a journey to stay clean
I will one day be serene
Because I have left the scene
And I will always remember where I've been.

Terrance A Sim