Early Morn.

It was early morn.
When my soul was born.
My mother held me close to her heart.
My father from us did quickly depart.
He left us to fend for one and other.
With family life he didn’t want the bother.
Times were tough and money was empty.
Only hardships we had a plenty.
But through life we did not break.
We knew when love was dishonest and fake.
My mother died when i was a teen.
A beautiful lady with long black hair and eyes emerald green.
For me that was the breaking point.
And into my life alcohol i did anoint.
Everyday my mind confused.
Everyday alcohol i abused.
Now i am torn and broken.
No more true words from my mouth are spoken.
I lost the person who kept me sane.
And free from poison danger and pain.
It was early morn.
When i died and my mother’s presence my eyes again did adorn.
From that day my life has changed.
In heavens existence a better life the creator has arranged.