As A Child

Was It something that I did,

Or something I said,

Look where we ended up,

This aint a joke,

Why you choking hurry up and croak.

This is just for medicimal purposes

Look at what you did to all my roses.

 

Now they turn black in your hands,

While you standing there cussing dad.

Maybe I should leave,

Or at least stab everybody.

This aint right,

It aint your fight

But why am I there standing

and shaking in fear.

What should I do momma I love you.

I got no control of my hands.

Look at them and run the blade in your hand.

 

Only when the blood spills everyone gets quiet.

While docks get dry,

In silent ports.

The moon curves down and cuts it short.

Maybe this is how it should be,

You  fighting mom,

Him fighting dad.

All of us remaining sad in the end.

 

Drop to your knee's,

And raise your hands,

Be grateful for who you be.

Never take no never surrender.

And at the end of the day I want you all to lay in bed and pray.

 

Cause am through with this s**t trying to fight you,

Bringing  down hell once again,

My soul fires up igniting once in.

Am just a kid but I got something to say

Listen up before I get a gun and shoot up.

Throw away your worries lets sit down

Talk for a while.

Maybe at the end of it all I can see mom once more.

Or you can see your dad.

Cause when all the lights go out.

It won't be as perfect as it was in the end.

 

Reviews

[TWISTED NIGHTMARE]

wow very powerful...you really have a way of connecting with the reader and making them feel the pain and sadness...this was an amazing poem