The Poet In Me..

    Hail Mary

Its been a long time since I've done this so it might sound a bit rusty if you're listening look a little blurry if you're reading. It might not potray any meaning that would be clear enough for your reasoning....Yet,this life doesn't always come with enough seasoning,they start giving up beacause they're not feeling...They stop believing.Mary realised there's no easy way out,suicidal thoughts were just that..empty resorts.She turned to something which put her mind at ease,relaxed her senses-sea breeze. Started dealing,sniifing & begging..Ple-a-se.. At school declining started declining from straight A's to skew dee's..A rebellious daughter wasn't exactly what her mother taught her,aint quite what her mother needs.She cries all night, from the death of her husband,her heart still bleeds.She then turns to her creator tryna figure out why he hates her..."hail Mary full of...blood.. Mary,is that you? Quick,Lord Show me what to do" but Mary's down,Mary's dead,Mary was shot twice,in the head..

I pray you bring light to the journey of the dead so that they quickly see the gates of heaven,those who've been in alotta mayhem,I pray God you save em. Amen. She switches off the lights whispers Goodnight  Ben in her sons ear and then..

The reason why I stopped is cause my mind just locked and I aint tryna force anything cause something is better than nothing & if everyone in this world could appreciate what they have before it depreciate..everyone would be happy. But sadly,others are madly greedy. Taking what don't belong to them,leaving so much anger,our hearts broken & our eyes swollen. & for years I been hopin that you Take them by the hand Lord,and you Show em