Road Called Death!

The name of this poem is called a Road Called Death. This poem is about hardships and trials. It is a poem I wrote while in the Wayne County Jail in Detroit MI.

The name of this story is a 'Road called Death",
it's a true story that I wrote about myself.
It was on a cool cloudy fall type day,
I was on a hideous road that went one way.
There was nobody around
 only blood and bones covering the terrain,
There were evil spirits and demons
 walking on the road which nearly drove me insane.
The only thing I saw were dead corpse alone the road's side,
obviously these victims didn't find a detour before they died.
Some died from pure exhaustion and others were violently slain,
the one thing they had in common 
was they both died suffering pain. 
It was a nightmare being stuck out on this road alone,
I was trapped like the victims who entered the Twilight Zone.
I knew what I needed to do when I felt the temperature drop,
so I planned to exit off at the next available stop.
My heart was beating fast while I was trying to catch my breath,
the fact that I was still alive was truly a miracle in itself.
I looked diligently for an exit, but there was none in sight,
I sought desperately because I knew I would have died at night.
I moved as fast as I could--it was getting late,
I vowed not to allow death to be my fate. 
I was so scared that my life flashed before my eyes, 
but I was determine not to allow this road be my demise. 
When I didn't find an exit I felt I was gonna die, 
I lost all faith and asked the Lord "Why?" 
Suddenly, lo and behold, there appeared a sign not far ahead, 
I became overcome with joy after reading what it said.


I was so grateful to see the exit appear.
I didn't waste time, I immediately made the turn, 
and swore to myself that this is a place I will never return. 
Now, if someone told me this story,
I wouldn't believe it myself,
but I assure you that I was delivered from
the road called "Death"

Proverb 14:12

By: Tim Gillam,

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As a result, I did not attend school regularly. I developed a leaning disability. I did not like going to school. I could not read and comprehend like other kids in elementary. I struggled though middle school and eventually dropped out in the 9th grade.

 I did not get involved in any criminal activity during this time, but I wasn’t doing anything constructive with my life either. I was not interested in sports or anything else that would make my life better.

 I began smoking marijuana at around sixteen years old. I tried alcohol, but didn’t like the taste or the feeling of being drunk. So I stuck with smoking weed until I meet crack in 1984.

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 At twenty-seven, I committed my first felony that lead me to prison. It was one of the worse experience s of my life. I was completely lost and did not know or understand just how serious things were.

 As result of my insanity, I went to prison several more times. My last visit was indeed the lowliest and darkest periods in my life. I lost all hope about myself. Despair became my best friend as I sit in the cold jail cell. I thought of ways to end my life because I did not want to go through the pain and suffering anymore. But at my lowest moment, something happened. The Lord came and touched my heart and gave me a reason to continue on.

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