#WritcoPoemChallenge
Lost in time,
weaved with memories,
It was but an old house Nightmares of future to come

Bin poor since I was young so forgive me if my priority is to get battle won

Try hard for my future son

Maybe he won’t have to like me or love me
As long as he’s not me

As long as he stays clean as long as he ani’t trap out he’s jeans
All day running schemes
Drug dealing dream

I hope he...