mid-life crisis @ 25
life would finally make sense
but the smile people admire would be scarce
they would feed me everyday
but how can i eat when war is a green like beret
they would get me outta this town
but i wanna know if i could do it without
they would teach me how to fight off a man
but this face isn’t for black eyes, i bruise for romance
they would build me a mind of steel
but all that mental toughness wouldn’t be a shield
they would surround me with great fathers
but who protects my loved ones from the murderers and robbers?
they would make me part of something bigger
but that can be done without pulling a trigger
they would make me feel like a hero
but i can’t be out there wondering if she wrote
they would send me to places i’ve never seen
but every new view would come with a target they would show me how to endure torture
but one tour and the genre of my life would be horror
they would expect me to live with my sins
but what else can i do when killing pays the bills
they would help me make my dad proud
but if i died, mom would wear a permanent frown
not to be or not to be in the military
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