My 2nd poem. A lot of feeling into this because I turned my life around and I'm still amazed by how I did it. I try to write poems now instead of drinking when I feel something. I love feedback, I want to become better at writing so please feel free to criticize. I promise not to write an intro on every poem.

Nobody’s choice of fate is self-brutality.
Each day another victim is blindsided by motives of immorality,
only to fulfill a deceptive urge that falls short of reality.

It was the Central Nervous stimulation,
that had my mind in conflict with religious contemplation.
The voice of my Father haunting my thoughts.
Reminding me that only I was to blame for this disease that I caught.
For I was already given a life of benevolence,
and now I’m trading it in for conditioned malevolence.

Awakened by the visions of terror.
Foreseeing my future of self-earned failures.
Nothing more than treacherous truths,
and the chase to nowhere plus the loss of couth.

The need for change brought me to His door.
Hearing the voice of my Father calling once more.
Welcoming me with a forgiving attitude,
and promises of a second chance if I was to display my gratitude,
He explained that gratitude can only be shown in the form of redemption,
for not many victims are blessed with eyes of prevention.

kay connolly

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