Home Of FrankA Poem by Cassick DameYou ain’t in possession of your identity, Frank You ain’t the faintest idea on which way And you ain’t got no way home Frank, you were born into bricks To a maiden that was sick And a blue eyes sailor An' you didn’t see him much, he was always there High on a ledge or lost on the trek He’d not the right mindset Lost he was, ain’t he comin home Frank, you’ve got a broken spirit Frank, you’re a living dead Frank, don’t you wish you were high on your meds That brick home of yours, it’s turnin’ black The walls or comin’ undone An the stair’s, they don’t creak, they just crack to the end The fireplace, it’s empty The embers are gone Not even the ashes will warm you now An' the ceilin’, it’ll let loose An' come tumbling You won’t survive That dust’ll come crawlin' It’s go up and swallow into that body And mind of yours An the nails will wither Frank, this ain’t gonna hold Frank, this’ll be the end Frank, you think you can win You betta think twice, damn That heart of yours, ain’t it dead It was beaten, till it took to hunting And all it got was hurting That heart ain’t know nothing but failure Ain’t no gals gonna take you Much less hold your hand You can try, and can keep going at it The princess, though, she said no And the lost one whispered, 'scram' An' the young will wonder you away and You ain’t gonna know any of them This heart of yours, I’ll be thinking It’s dead It hasn’t survived and This looks like that’s the best you could do A few laughs, smiles, a lifetime of withdraw Frank, there isn’t a chance Frank, you gotta admit Frank, we’ll all die alone, together That maiden you knew Your mother, she’s gone long ago Her eyes no longer in your mind An' her hair, it ain’t gonna reflect the light An' she won’t be talking with you no more She hugged you An' she was the one who was with you She wasn’t gonna leave your side She wasn’t gonna be the one Who said goodbye Man, you can’t keep her out of your mind She fed you in that oven room An' she bathed, an' she raised you She wasn’t gonna leave you Frank, these are the times, Frank, nothing ain’t the same Frank, you gotta rest, gotta give in Though, Frank, you gave it your all© 2016 Cassick Dame |
StatsAuthorCassick DameWIAboutI'll just be posting randomly, and I'll write stuff and things. If you want to know more, let me know. more..Writing
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