Walking To My Death
I held the truth, deep in my soul,
my addiction, I thought was just
a game. I flooded my mind with
spirits and almost became insane.
Many nights, I walked the railroad
tracks with a bottle of gin in hand.
Waiting for that mighty train
to help me with my plan.
As I weaved and fell upon the tracks,
O a druken fool I was, screaming and
wailing into the night, wishing I had
someone to fight.
I waited for death to come to me as I
slumped in my vomit there. Slipping
away from life’s reality, I heard the
whistle blow. O dear, it’s time to go
I knew death was coming soon but
invisible hands grabbed hold of me.
They threw me in the clear, giving
me another chance to face reality.
Here I’am today, writing beautiful
poetry. So happy was I to know, my
God in Heaven really loved and
treasured me. Thank you Father God.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: March 31/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(Walking To My Death by Melvina Germain.) **A sobering poem