![]() Among the BreezeA Poem by Kyle![]() this poem erupted out of me like a volcano, and it made me pretty depressed having to know that i wrote this, because i have never suffered from these problems, but i have been introduced to many peices f litterature that adress subjects like this, so i c![]() Among the breeze On a bleak winter morning Soft little words Flew out of his mouth Like a bird from a cage Into the cloudy day
Swaying amid the wind. Past the cracked steps of his dirty house And the shrill voice of his mother And into the trees Where the wrinkled leaves picked up his tune And left their homes as well To follow the breeze. And his soft little words To a better place So he started to run His feet tapping to a solid tune On the cold concrete ground That smothered the flowers So they couldn’t bloom. And he kept on running To keep up with his dreams Flying away in the wind So that they wouldn’t leave Like daddy did. And to go to the better place Where there were no bleak skies Or cold concrete Only bright sunny meadows With flowers and songs And animals that wouldn’t bite or claw Like the neighbors dog did And like mommy did When she called him naughty. a place where there was no church With the mean priest Who grabbed his arm tight And called him devil child When he tried to run He looked up at the sky With its dark clouds Cause it was going to rain And he would get wet And if mommy saw him out there she would yell But now she was sleeping Bottle in hand. And the rain would make the snow all muddy So that it wouldn’t glisten Like the angels he prayed to at night. He didn’t want it to rain Cause it meant that god was crying So he looked at the ground And pretended the sun was out And that everything was ok Like he had taught himself to do.
But then he got scared Because it was getting dark And he was alone And his feet hurt And his shoe was untied Cause he never learned how to make bunny ears And loop one around the other. Cause no one was there for him And he didn’t want to trip Cause then he would get hurt Like when daddy had his belt. And his pants would get stained Cause of the muddy snow And his mommy would hit him And he would cry. And his friends would have laughed But they had all moved away Cause last October Daddy decided to use his gun One last time His mind hurt Ideas swirling into dreams Transforming into nightmares He picked his head up Tired from thought. Still running, He looked away from his home With wet eyes Cause he was sad And the rain was damp Dripping from his brow Turning his tattered overalls a dark blue. And momma was mad And daddy was dead And his life, Like those soft little words Was lost among the breeze. © 2009 KyleAuthor's Note
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Added on July 28, 2008Last Updated on August 29, 2009 Author![]() Kylesomewhere south of "over the rainbow", and east of "no-man's land".............wait... or was it somewhere north of "no-mans land" and east of "over the rainbow".....crap!.......i think im lost!!???About"i may not have something to say yet, but i most surely have something to write!!!!" -me, age 12 hi im kyle! i turned 14 on august 8th 8-8-08 lol!!!!!!!, i love writing, and the way it can fre.. more..Writing
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