End point

[n0t_m3]

End point

I was born a smiling boy
A gentle ray of sunlight upon a spring breeze
The smell of grassy fields
The smell of life blossoming under open skies

I was running in yards
A solider of fortune fighting imaginary men
My brother at my side
The two of us not understanding what lay ahead

I was an awkward child
A pimple ridden hand-me-down wearing young man
The sense of self damaged
The hope of a grand future still over the horizon

I was an angry teen
A newly aware young man completely unsure
The sense histroy
The taste of what had been done to me by my family

I was a haunted man
A dazed and befuddled tormented soul
The chasm I carried
The hole, the ever present unmendable hole

I am an older man
A new born considering
The depth of sin
The path ahead, the pain behind, the moment... the sweet moment I will be able to ask God... Why? Why did you do this to me?