Poetry Corner: Do The Right Thing

All that remain are memories of struggle of pain.

I remember times sitting at the table cutting and bagging getting rich off cocaine.

Nights after days intellectual thoughts would enter my brain.

Stop being ashamed just wake up and finally make that change.

The streets drove me mentally insane almost deranged.

Reeducation is always a strain each day new never the same.

Seeking vengeance I can almost taste it I’m in striking range.

This beast you created doesn’t seek fame so now he can he be tamed?