Once was a manA Poem by The High PoetThis is a painful poem that I had to write. The only way to get out the hurt and the pain for me is to make it into something else. So I turn my pain and hurt into poetry.Once was a man There once was a man that stole my life He did it without ever using a knife That monster stole my innocence from me Stifling who I was meant to be **** For years it hid in the back of my mind I was always looking but could never find What I needed to succeed Forget about his evil deed **** Years it haunted my every dream So much heart ache I wanted to scream But all I did was hold it in I wear my mask with my grin **** When all of that got too much I turned to drugs, booze and such But it never helped my pain All it did was fry my brain **** Finally I sat down and started to write I let go of the hate and all of the fight I put the past where it needed to be Now I can live my life and be free
© 2009 The High PoetAuthor's Note
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Added on March 9, 2009Last Updated on March 12, 2009 AuthorThe High PoetGuelph, Guelph, CanadaAboutOnce I ran and hid my face Scared to face my disgrace Always running no way out Now I stand and shout THESE ARE MY RHYMES! When I write it's like I have tapped into some kind of creative ener.. more..Writing
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