Memories are burning me.A Poem by John A CommonMadness at its core.Mommy and daddy fight again, where do I hide my friend. I hide under the sink, bothered by the constant leak. The sounds of violence bringing tears, to young Johnny,full of fears. Memories are burning me hurting me crushing me. I could perhaps be happy and free, if not for my lovely memories. Growing up on rice and beans, made teen Johnny hunger lean. I learned the world was unkind, for a boy with a sick mind. I tried to live without a care, but I heard voices everywhere. Memories are burning me, hurting me crushing me. I could perhaps be happy and free, if not for my lovely memories. As a young man I lived a life, of drugs,war and ghetto strife. I was just trying to fit in, but against this madness I could not win. So underneath my laughing tree, I screamed at demons you could not see. When they found out my mind was so, to the nuthouse I would go. The shrinks could not come to my aid, after all these years I'm still afraid. Under the sink I no longer fit, so I guess I'll have to live with it. Memories are burning me,burning me,burning me. © 2009 John A CommonAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on October 14, 2009 AuthorJohn A Commontaylor, MIAboutI am a poet and song writer. I have just been published and it's awesome. My book is called self-pity interupted by tragedy and it should be out by Feb 1. The code is ISBN#1-60813-034-7 and you can or.. more..Writing
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