The Hand We Were Dealt

The Hand We Were Dealt

A Poem by MRL
"

You made me promise when you left, That I'd take care of your brothers, Ones dead, ones lost, And I can't vouch for the others, I couldn't ever compare, To half of what you were, And it's okay if you blame me, Cuz I blame me more

"

The Hand We Were Dealt

 

 

If you could tell me how to get through this

I wouldn't ever have to ask

And this would be easier I'm sure

If we didn't have our past

 

Can you tell me when your eyes lost that shine

The once carried with pride

Or why you changed your life's ambitions

And replaced them with lies

 

We had a plan that you forgot

When you left this poor city

You turned your back and it hurts

That your acting so shifty

 

And I'd tell you whats wrong

If I knew that you'd hear it

And I'd fight for this still

And grin and bare it

 

I know it's not my business

And what I said was out of line

But if saying what I said was wrong

Then I'll be wrong every time

 

I wish I could forget this

And move on from this now

But your a constant reminder

Of all thats went wrong

 

And if I could go back just for a second

And show how you were

Maybe you'd miss what I miss

Maybe you'd learn what I've learned

 

I know I don't have all the answers

And I'm not pretending I do

But I've been here and stuck it out

And thats more than I can say for you

 

And if I'm to be honest

I can't say I blame you

It's just that this new life

Has f*****g changed you

 

You made me promise when you left

That I'd take care of your brothers

Ones dead, ones lost

And I can't vouch for the others

 

I couldn't ever compare

To half of what you were

And it's okay if you blame me

Cuz I blame me more

 

And it's so easy to hate you

Cuz anger hurts less than this

And I'm mad that you'll always

Have someone you'll miss

 

And that feeling is something

I never wanted you to feel

Cuz when I see that your hurting

It just proves that it's real

 

I've gone through this before

And I know how to manage

But the price that it cost

Is a soul thats left damage

 

And it's not fair to hate you

For something you couldn't help

Like it's not fair to hate God

For the hand we were dealt

 

When it comes down to the past

And the present is blurry

I can't help but wonder

The end to our story

 

And I wonder sometimes

If this was suppose to happen

The blank stares and the tension

And all the forced laughing

 

But when we met the day in August

We had a chance to talk it out

And I seen the old you

Through all of your doubts

 

And when the sun hit your eyes

And that old shine was there

I knew that we could make it

Through the rest of the years

© 2008 MRL


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MRL
MRL

Cleveland, OH



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Um, my names Morgan I'm from Cleveland. I just turned 21 on the 4th of July and I got to spend it with my Lil cousin who turned 18 on the 5th. He joined the Mariens this summer and he's awaiting deplo.. more..