not the full story.

i was born a vagrant

stripped of my identity

i was about eight

my parents abandoned me

my younger years

were spent, so introspectively

asking so many questions

looking for that shred of sincerity

i went from

home to house, house to alleyway

so many strangers, who couldn't,

run my cries away

it's a blur now,

that holds me so dearly.

i cant remember birthdays,

but i sure as hell remember

every pleading cry.

for a 15 minute break,

a moment of collapse,

a lesson to take,

so i could ask why, and piece together

whatever's left of me

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Any time a piece of writing can stir emotion, resonate, and empathize with the words reflects a talent of expression in the voice that creates such art. This piece of poetry resonates with me. I wish you continued success in your writing journey.

[Beren]

Oh damn. I hate it when the best poets experience the worst pain. I hate it when we're the same age. You deserve the world, man. YOU DESERVE THE BEST SEASONS IN THE WORLD. You deserve a life as good as your words. You deserve to have your talent rewarded with love.

[Everett Dulin]

I wouldn't say its the worst pain. My life is exciting and filled with many stories, to a point I'm glad those things happened. They make me who I am, and one day I will get love for that.

[Everett Dulin]

NOT saying they were fun or something I'd like to experience again. I'm just grateful I have the insight

[Beren]

Thanks to your brain, awareness and maturity.