This is the four year anniversary of my friends rebirth... so tonight I wrote a poem based on a true story. I was fuzzy on some of the details..so I took a little poetic license.
Habitual Poetry
Day 3
Jeramiah
I've had enough, that isn't love
All he does is scream and shove
I heard another shout above
Its sounds like he took off his gloves
This has to stop, the ball is dropped
The second time we called the cops
He made her lie, when they drove off
He beat her till she begged to stop
Grab my bat, this times the last
He's gonna learn his lesson fast
I'd never should have let this pass
This motherfuckers ass is grass
The second floor knock on the door
She won't ever have to hide no more
Violence is my last resort
But he needs proof he can't ignore
Enter the punk, this uppity runt
"What the fuck you think you want?"
But before I prep for my home run
I'm face to face with the barrel of a gun
BANG!
The last thing I remember is pain
Lights flashing by, all of my nerves are in flames
I try to close my eyes but I can't focus my brain
I begin to drift away as they start to operate
Its hard to concentrate when they're repairing your face
The world begins to spin as I drift into space
Darkness, silence, peaceful embrace
It been four years to this night and l'm lucky I'm alive
Honestly they said to me I shouldn't have survived
More surgeries await for me and the pain still won't subside
But it takes more than an injury to take away my pride
You see this as a travesty, but I see it as a gift
A second chance to realize the things I could have missed
A second chance to love, to live, instead of just exist
To cherish those around me, to live with no regrets
You see, you can never assassinate the faith of a man that almost died
Each breath is met with anticipation of another chance to thrive
So hate and pain all that anger will never break my stride
Just call me Undistructable cause bitch I'm still alive
By Caleb Hendricks
Posted on 02-11-13
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