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Strike 1.

Date of birth- July 27th, 1984,

Only one-half of a duo stepped through Life's door.

A one man team- Picked apart by Life,

If God's real, then he took him away- And that's not right.

Everything happens for a reason- That's what they say,

But I still haven't figured it out- I'm confused to this day.

What did he do- To not deserve his chance,

Or did he sacrifice his Life- So that I could get a glance.

Of this fucked up world- And if that is the case,

I'd happily give all this up- For a chance to see his face.

For a chance to erase- And forget all those nights,

When I stayed up thinking- With tears in my eyes.

Wondering what happened- What had he or I done,

The day I was born alone- Was Life's strike one.



Strike 2.

Fifteen years after birth- Was the first sign of it's progression,

The curse was getting worse- As I entered into depression.

I felt alone amongst my peers- I was surrounded by my fears,

Trapped inside my self- Screaming for help but no one could hear.

My reality became hazy- My mind became twisted,

My days became dark- But my words became gifted.

I discovered my talent- Which I still improve upon today,

But I'm still left with the effects- Of a sky that was once all gray.

I gave up on life- Started to literally pray for death,

I'd cry everynight- Until my eyes had no tears left.

Secluded from the world- I tried to hide the pain,

That did nothing but make it worse- Intensifying the rain.

You can't have joy without pain- I now know that to be true,

When life cursed me with depression- That was strike 2.



Strike 3

At the age of 17- I had another boulder drop,

It all started the day I went to visit the Doc.

I was so shocked- When I got the phone call with the answer,

"Is Michael around?", "This is him.", "I'm sorry, but you have cancer."

People say it's not that bad- It's only cancer of the skin,

And I agree it could have been worse- But it ripped me apart within.

I'm still a teenager- Since I was 5 I've been healthy,

"It can happen to any one"- That's the excuse they tell me.

Well feel me- Unless you've been told the same thing,

Then you have no idea how it feels- You wouldn't know what to think.

It led to more nights of tears- It led to more fears,

More silence around and entrapment- I hid it from my peers.

I became ashamed- Like I did something wrong,

It was just another sign to me- That Life wants me gone.

But I'm still holding on- Doing my best to stay strong,

But in the end it may be my demise- Taking me to where I belong.

From strike one until now- Life's been out to get me,

But I'm still hanging around- Even after cancer- Which was Life's

Strike 3.







Michael C. Lucas