A Renovated Past

When Night falls, my old life calls.

Its hard not to pick up.

The street lights flicker, I know they miss us.

On a sketchy road to nowhere.

From stick ball to stick ups.

Mother prayed, then kissed us.

To no avail.

Our spirits repossessed and towed to hell.

Black hoodies covered my tingly soul.

A fast life of crime wrinkled my goals.

Dreams of a Beach home and a family dog.

Sadly, the same ones I used to rob. 

I wonder if they forgive me.

I haven’t forgave my self. 

Dreams of a four-year college degree,

Reshaped into Armed robbery First degree. 

The man who ruined your life, 

It hurts to be.

Just forgive me.