The World In One Hand

People change it’s just a fact

They let pasts go that wont come back.

Thirty year olds live in their parents home

They have no job, no motivation known

To help that fact and find their track

And desperate is the teen with the broken home.

 

She died.

 

Socially acceptable has become cheating

This same person goes home for beatings

Because her husband is gone and she has settled

The newborn kids make her more nettled.

Lost of found with scars on his side

Another man’s tears he can’t even hide.

 

They lied.

 

Heroes grow and die each day

And torn apart is the child who prayed

Wondering if they’d be like them sometime.

Then once the admirers thinks everything’s fine

They come to learn unwanted things

Like drugs, alcohol, and teenage flings.

 

And cried.

 

Violence is always the answer now

To bad marriage and girls who don’t know how

To take care of the child they just conceived

Because despite what they’re told they’ll still believe

That they’re wonderful parents in every way

As they’re children suffer day by day.

 

No guide.

 

Nobody likes to be told what to do

They’ll go their own way without a clue

That what goes on is their fault as well

But to a teenager, that rings no bell.

Addictions confiscate the romantics eyes

And slowly, that’s what makes their souls die.

 

Brain fried.

 

Forget and forget all the time

And remembering that fine never really means fine

Confusion and lost do you know where your going?

Do you know what it’ll look like

When you find it or will you always wonder:

Who am I?

 

Slow sighs

More pride.

 

I tried.

Reviews

[WriterMe]

oh this had a beautiful flow to it. Every word seemed to be carefully chosen. And the best part was that all of the words belonged. Nothing felt out of place, which quite frankly, most poems have.
I love the concept behind the poem. A new meaning would arise everytime you were to read it. It was a fantastic piece =]

--Niki