my heart have rusted from being out to long.
standing in the rain just to hide my tears.
I'm not going to see my brother again.....
shot on the spot.
mom s dead and my dads a crack......
...
Average with a fake smile. why do people stare at me dad? is it wrong to stare back?so how do i look dad? why don't you say something?
I cant wait to pray to mom about my grades tonight.
I PRAY:
mom i miss you so much. when are you coming home. I'm cracking mom. i don't know if i can keep it together. come back.........
Another added to my wish list.
I pray a prayer and never an answer... leaving me in a bundle of crumbles.
They look and people talk, like the screech of chock.
do i know if i matter, when you sit as i shatter. my brother dies and no one taught me how to live with it.
so it molds and leaves a mark on my heart.
As i dream, my days go black...
I'm drowning in a wave as you go with the shore line. looking up at the bottom when The pressures on me.were its to black to see. feeling like a spare.
I whisper at you.
what i care, if you wouldn't care, if i did care.
where is my father figure,mother and brother i pray as i make it through my day.
2 comments:
This is very powerful, very strong. The speaker in the poem seems to ask for help but also shows great strength and insight into these difficult situations.
As I read this, I really felt the pain and the sadness - sort of like a reality check. It's very well written and to the point where someone can really feel the emotion that flows through out your poem. I'd like to read more of your writing. You did an awesome job of controlling your reader's emotions.
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