To His Days

The day he touched Earth

Small, delicate hands

Fragile as crystal sculptures

Strong as unbreakable bands

The day he saw blue balloons

Dozens crowding telephone lines

Excitement loudly spurting the speakers

Many tasted patient Italy wines

Celebrating an arrival

New occurrences bring new times

The day he talked

All around gasps of air taken

Smiles pasted upon faces of awe

Growth had been awaken

The day he finally realized

His daddy wasn't home much

He knew it was something more

Than just going out for lunch

The day his daddy came back

He observed the difference

His mentality no longer favorable

Began to hold a preference

The day he stayed in bed till 6AM

Gallons of regret filled his brain

Extension chords were for electricity, not whipping

That's when he knew he was insane

The day his night was disturbed 

From the deafening screams of terror

Watching a mother be beat from her love

Had sought out a complete error

The day he found his escape

The wonders music can do

A saxophone and some breath

Up until now, pain is all he knew

The days assemblies formed

On stage with whistles, chants, and claps

Times were finally turning around

He never dreamt of a problematic relapse

The days of of his positivity ended 

All which was left to see was a darkness

Substances robotically taking control

Not allowing individuality, walking carcass

Addiction too strong,resulting in weakness

This moment could've never been foreshadowed

All diminished was his uniqueness

Vision black, white, all blurred

The days which secreted fear

Nights of liquid blindness and persuasion

Metal balls flying past, skimming cloth there and here

Dangerous and chaotic, spiritual protection was the answer to equations

The days the badness attempted to arrest

Internal motives drove his potential advancement

Time was ticking fast

He had no room for toxicants

The days of succession were far overdue

A fresh start was needed 

As he has reflected

New beginnings had been seeded