Growing Still Poem by Adam Bateman

Hello to the hell of life,
hello mother...use that knife.
Cut the cord to the past,
help hate...to always last.
Beat forward with desire,
fuel flame...to passions fire.
Now that all has fallen short,
remain alone...without cohort.
why try when it will fail,
runaway train...soon derail.
Continue on without hope,
slip back...down unending slope.

Goodbye future now is time,
goodbye father...cowards crime.
Never thought it would last,
genetic finger...from the past.
Pointing always to the seed,
forever growing...evil weed.