Terror grips a young man’s mind.
A smile; a mask he hides behind.
Darkness spreads out like roots,
Joy is stamped out by another’s boots.
Marked as a “bad kid”,
A kettle; about to pop it’s lid.
Emotions blend into a mess.
Anger = happiness.
I fill the void with whatever I can.
Danger and drugs; Trying to be “The Man”.
Sitting, staring, holding this knife,
I truly wanted to end my life.
You lead me out of this dark place
With patience and love; my “Amazing Grace”,
Once a lost, blind, wretch, you lighted the way.
You help me through the day to day.
I honestly, owe you my life.
My heart. My soul — my wife.