That Man Of My Past Poem by Bradford Poet

I Remember The Day I Felt Nothing But Pain,
You Stood Like A Crane,
Shouting Your Nothing But Shame,
As You Beat In The Blame,
It Became Just A Game,
But This Will Land Me My Fame,
Day In Day Out I Was Kicked About,
Home School Was Like A Rule,
Where Ever I Went A Mark Was Sent,
Blood Fell I Was In Hell,
I Feel Apart With A Broken Heart,
My Head Was Full With What I Fort Was True
Every Step What The Heck,
Drink And Drugs Would Feel So Cool,
Crime Went Up But It Felt So Good,
I Craved The Love So I Made It Up,
I Hide In Lies To Get On By,
Memories Flashed As I Held It Back,
I Built It Up So I Couldn't See Through,
Look What You Did You Vicious Pig,
I'm Ill With Black That Made Me Crack,
I Gash My Wrists To Get A Wish,
One Day I Will Drop And Be To Late For It To Stop,
As You Changed My Life I've Tried To Hard,
But It Wasn't Enough I Needed Your Love,
But Now It To Late I Stare At My Grave,
It Eats Me Up That I Have To Cover Up,
To Act And Try So I Feel Alive,
But Deep Deep Down I Just Want To Die,
It Doesn't Feel Wrong But Please Don’t Cry Cause I’m
Gone,
Don’t Blame Yourself It Was Only Hell,
You Shouldn't Be Shamed,
But I Hope I'm That Pain,
That Runs Thought Your Veins,
Cause I'm As Black As They Come,
From The Lack Of Love,
With A Twisted Lie,
To Show People I'm Shy,
But Give Me The Chance,
And I Will Dance,
As I Shift All The Pain,
And Send You My Shame,
Make Your Light Slowly Go Out,
As My Darkness Will Come,
And Prick Till Your Numb,
Then I Hope You Will Say,
I Should Never Of Blamed,
The Ones You Loved,
And Everything You've Done,
Whatever You Say,
You Made Us This Way,
So Let This In And Sit And Think,
Cause This Is My Life,
That I Sat Down And Write,
As Far As I Can Think,
My Tears Sit Within,
My Heart And My Soul That You Carved That Hole,
I Got Myself A Goal,
To Share This With The World.


By James Aykroyd