The Hounds of Hate

The third poem in my compilation, A Tragic Story...

I was fallen

On my knees and crawlin’

The source of my own problems

With no desire to solve ‘em

Filled with hate

I barely scraped

-by, working all the time

-As a high school dropout out

Hate for the world

My regular cop-out

While most kids went to class

I was working my a*s-

-off

No chance to be soft

I had to work twice as hard

To make half the pay

But eventually I made my way

My own fortune, my own luck

When the world hit me, I said f**k

-you

I make my life, based off what I decide to do

And to this day, I can’t say

What made her love me

She was an angel from heaven

I’d never seen a girl so lovely

And baby…maybe, 

You shouldn’t have saved me

I probably didn’t deserve it

But you didn’t give up, you said I was worth it

I started to smile, it’d been a while

You brought me back to life

And for the first time, when you were mine

I thought of a girl who could be my wife

I was young and naïve

But I still believe

What I felt was real, you can’t steal

That image away from me

I proved again,

I’m a soldier of misfortune

A lucky charm, when in my arms

Gets twisted with distortion

I’m hounded by the dogs of hate

Risen from hell, 

-because the devil can’t wait

For me to sell,

-My soul upon a silver plate

Some kid had been shot, just down the block

And the streets were no longer safe,

I didn’t give you a chance to debate

I told you not to wait

We had one last chance to fight fate

To struggle hard, but I guess I’ll never make-

-it out of here,

I can’t escape

These same streets, same troubles

Same buildings, watch them crumble

Same souls, watch them struggle

And when I try leave, my feet always stumble

“I don’t want you here, I need you safe

Just take some time, at your mother’s place

I’ll be right behind,” Is what I say.

You cry, you beg, you say you wanna stay

I tell you no, it’ll be okay

I’ll be there with you in a couple days

I hold you close, 

-the girl who saved my soul

I kiss your lips, 

-and let you go

And as you drive away, I start to pray

That everything,

Will be okay…

Author's Note

The third part. After this I'll post up The Devil Wears Blue and then the others in the line. It'll go like this:

The Devil Wears Blue, Sixteen Messages, The Voice That Always Calls, Take Another Shot, The Motel Room, Half-life, and then She Kisses Me Softly. Later on I'll post more poems that lead up to where I am now. Let me know what you think.

Reviews

[Southern Cross]

I love the way you hold on to hope no matter how the walls crumble all around you..You carry the reader along for the cold ride and sitting shot gun ..I want this to work for you..for her

[MachinaWriter]

Thank you. I lost hope for a long time, I'll admit. I was in a dark place for a long time, but you'll read about that...

[Kenaz]

Such a powerful story.

[MachinaWriter]

Thank you.

[Sirius King]

another strong one

[Belinda]

I don't think I should have to review your work anymore. Everything you write is amazing! =P haha!

[MachinaWriter]

Thank you. As always, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Was there anything specific you liked about it? Or that you felt was a weaker point? I've been eager to find some specific criticism on my work lately, to help improve my skills.

[Belinda]

The ending is always what does it for me with your writing. your endings are amazing. Conclusions are hard to do. Atleast to me they are, but you do it swimmingly. Nothing weaker, maybe some word phrasing, but really, you probably couldn't of done it any other way.

[GMHeft]

very emotional... strong, loving, and self sacrificing. I enjoy the flow of your writing.

[MachinaWriter]

Thank you. This was an emotional piece to write.

[Kelsey]

Amazing. The ending of this made me tear up. This is such a beautiful story, it's so crazy that it's true. You're doing a graet job of telling it.

[MachinaWriter]

This was a tough one to write. So was The Devil Wears Blue and Sixteen Messages. Probably the most emotionally painful of my three poems to create. Thank you for reading it.

[Kelsey]

I can't even imagine, I tear up just thinking about it. I admire you for having the courage and strength to even think about it, let alone write about it.

[MachinaWriter]

All these things made me who I am. If it wasn't for all of this, I wouldn't have the ability to love the way I love my fiance.