Next Book

Between paperbacks tells a tale of a dark past. 

With each new page, came more terror and rage.

Longing for laughter with each new chapter, it never came.

This is my life story, who is the decided Author?

I desire a new name, I pray for a plot change. 

Still I’m left with more pain as I read the words on the next page. 

Between paperbacks I cannot continue to remain.

I’m drowning in my own blood, sweat and tears.

Stained pages painted with mental damage bound by years. 

I cannot change my life on the next page, nor chapter. 

Next Book 

I’ll hand pick every word, I’ll write with confidence and courage.

I’ll only introduce characters that have morals and values. 

I’ll illustrate a future that will nurture the man I am. 

Yes, a New Book! Bound with good change, a telling tale of new love. 

A loving father, a cared for son and a deserving mother. 

A happy home!

I refuse to let their hands reach his, I refuse their flaws to be handed down, I will overcome. 

For him, for her, for us, the Next Book arrived with his birth. 

He will love to read his story, about a child that never hid.

A child loved and nurtured because he was planned. 

He will never know nor relate to the hurt and pain that will always remain between those paperbacks.