As I anxiously wait for the magistrate’s date
I sit and ponder my majestic mistakes.

My crimes are gathered ’round me in a pool of shame,
what a fool I was to think that alone I could change.

Over and over poison coursed through my veins
like venom from a lovely, deadly and devious snake.

And all the while I prayed to God for God to fix
the troubles caused by my own tortured state.

Instead – He placed me in this iron-barred fate
alone, all alone with my majestic mistakes.

God, I cried, why is this to be my fate?
Yet the days ticked by and I began to slowly awake

and move away from my sure date with death
with that lovely, conniving, and venomous snake.

I could see with clear eyes how it was God’s loving grace
that landed me here in my iron-barred fate.

Near now, so near, the magistrates date –
and yet I clearly see that my majestic mistakes

Were a blessing from God allowing me to awake
from the poisonous bite of my venomous snake.

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  1. Nezzie says:

    God Bless You and i wish you the best. I will pray for You everyday.

  2. Nezzie says:

    Hi, you have wriiten such a beautiful, but true poem. I know this because I’am a addict myself, and I can certaintly relate to you when you say it is like a snake. When I was high I felt that I could do anything, the last thing on my mind was I could die. There were times, I got so high, I should have died, I was drinking Volka, I think I drank a whole pint with my brother-in-law (May he rest in peace), he died of a overdose of herion, anyway like I said we were drinking, and I kept taking my pills that the dr. had prescribed for me (They were barbituates, pretty strong ones at that), I must have taken at least 40 pills that night, and I passed out. The next day my husband went to check on me, and I had white stuff coming out of my mouth. (I was almost dead. He called the paramedics, and they rushed me to the hospital. I was on the resperator for a couple of days. When I came out, I was in the psyc. ward for 72 hours, I explained to the dr. that I didn’t remember taking the barbituates, (which I didn’t), they released me. I thank God everday that I didn’t die. Today I still take pain releavers, I have to, but not like I used to. I read your beautiful poem, and I know you wrote it from your heart, I wish you all the luck in the world, because I know it wasn’t easy. You have set an wonderful example for other peope to follow. God Bless You, and keep up the good work. Sincerely Nezzie

  3. ohmom says:

    Everything happens fpr a reason. Beautiful

  4. CCMom says:

    I am sending your poem to my son who is in prison for the first time. He is a very good person and is doing well. I can see you won’t let the time do you but will make it work for you. Keep my son in your prayers.

    • Texas Magnum says:

      CCMom, Thank you for sharing my poem with your son. I am sure he is going through a lot of self growth himself. I hope the best for him and will keep him in my prayers.

  5. Southern Sarah says:

    Hey there, I know your mom from PTO and she directed me here. When you get out you need to be a professional writer. This blog is AMAZINGLYwell-written! KUDOS to you!

    • Texas Magnum says:

      Hey Sarah, thanks so much for the compliment about my writing! I actually wanted to be a writer when I was young, but life took me on a different path. Maybe this is my chance to get back to my youthful dreams of life. Again, thank you so much.