Just shut up and listen 1

This is my first attempt at writing anything. I drew on my own experiences. It took me about an hour last night to express these memories and although nothing rhymes I do believe it breaths.

When your mother calls you a stranger then its time to take stock.

But youthful thoughts dismiss rebukes and the feral boy resists 

Running wild and running free, but captive to my lusts

I couldn't see beyond the hour and didn't really care to.

Don't walk away from me....listen

 

I don't know where you came from

You’re not like the others I bore

Studious and well-behaved siblings

were my continual accusation.

Don't walk away from me when I talking at you

 

Why do you do what you do?

Why do you run where you run?

Can't you just for one time be sorry for what you've done

for the hurt and the tears that you've caused.

Don't walk away from me when I'm shouting at you

 

If your friends all jumped off a cliff would you follow?

Why can't you just be normal....like the others?

Why can't you listen.....like the others?

Why don't you come home....like the others?

Don't walk away from me when I'm screaming at you

 

What's that your wearing?

What's with all the hair? 

Your not leaving home in those clothes

I'm ashamed to call you my own.

Don't walk away from me when I impersonate a psychopath 

 

Where do you think you're going?

Stop and listen to me

Don't slam the door

Don't bother coming home.... I’m locking the door.

Don't walk away from me when I want to kill you with my words

 

The man in me longs to break free

But the man is not yet fully formed

The struggle continues to burden the boy

and there isn't a man to care. 

I want to walk away.

 

Fuelled by lust, fury and ignorance

professing to know it all

a disaster waiting to happen

a danger and a heart breaker.

I will walk away

 

I walked

She died and he died 

So you can't shout

or threaten me anymore.

I'm walking. and I'm talking....I'm free.

 

 

 

Author's Note

I left school at 13 years with no qualifications so please forgive my lack of......whatever I lack.

Reviews

[Huw]

These are flash backs of various situations I experienced during a particular period of my youth. The memories are not in chronological order, they are historical.

[FateDictates]

but I bet those voices still linger deep inside thee.............solid, slamming work..

[Huw]

Believe it or not, they do, but only when I spread marmalade. That is not often and the voice does not spoil the enjoyment of the orange delight....thanks for the interesting morning your comment triggered.

[FateDictates]

curtsy bow..sugar and spice spread on stories...

[KanaDream]

This is powerful... I don't believe you lack anything. Poetry exists to share feelings. This did so beautifully. Keep Dreaming.

[Huw]

I'm really surprised that anyone could connect with my words as they all are simply facts. I guess empathy is a powerful attribute and with it we can relate to what is being conveyed. Thank you for your kind words.