Pregnant
Pregnant I got my girl pregnant. I don't know what to make of it. My emotions are scattered like nonlinear data. I feel like a bipolar patient. Damn! I hope it's a boy, that would make my dreams come true. Not that I wouldnt want a beautiful little girl. I would give her the world. My father died when I was a little boy and it crushed me. It's unfair how I never got a fair chance at life. I grew up without a father and it's a feeling, I wouldn't wish for an enemy. It's something I wouldn't wish for Satan, we all need love. But I hear his voice in my head suggesting, whispering to take fleet. To hit the road jack and never come back, no more, no more, no more. It's a thought I am flirting with but it's not serious. Still, it lurks in the darkness like a thief like the night. Will I ultimately yield to the Devils suggestions? Do I yield to his wit? His solutions do provide an escape. An avenue to start a fresh and a new canvas to commence...