Benign Time (How Life Ought To Be) Poem by T.J. Davis Jr.

lets go back in time back when time was more benign
walk down the road an unsettled path
too cold for snow too lonely for wrath
take out a weapon but it feels wrong
all your surroundings bear your song
see a figure up ahead
in a region that seems less dead
reach out a hand but get dragged down
never feeling safe and sound
you messed me and messed me up
now it's hard to fill my cup
turn the corner then i see
an overwhelming feeling of greed
no one else around feeling lost not found
end your life it only seems right
after your fail you'll learn how to fight
climb a tree to see it all
but in the end you trip and fall
fall to the ground and watch the skies
i don't want to hear more lies
try and try and try again
i wonder where are all my friends
no one here to help you no one here to try
wake up from your dream and then begin to cry
reach out your hand one last time
there's an overwhelming feeling of crime
then it gets grabbed you get picked up
i can't believe they've refilled my cup
getting some help and soon i'll see
i'm hoping the way that life ought to be