Latasha Thompson

This is the story of a man
Who believed he could
Take on anything.
As he should.
But with anything in life there’s a price,
Because nothing is for free,
You see,

He got what he wanted,
But it left him haunted,
And in fear of his brain
Which left him in uncertain pain.
Living seemed like death whereas death seemed like paradise

But with rolling his dice he rolled nothing.
Inside of him there was something
Something so frightening he couldn’t breathe.
And with that he tried to leave.
Tried to leave the ones who believed he could.
They didn’t understand the man that could.
The man that could
did not understand as much as he should.

He struggles to see
The future as it is perceived
The thought of being
Is harder for him.
So he sits quietly

But the battle is still raging
He is still aching, but silently.
He aches silently with just his mind
Which was far from kind and had left him far far behind.

But it’s not his fault
You see
He can’t be the man that could
Even when he believed.

He was abandoned, put in a position that left him defeated
That will slowly drive him
To a heap of madness
And uncontrollable sadness