Its life, Deal with it.

look past the ink

 Looking up the way

Looking down the past

Looking beside my heart

Looking past the last

Seeing what is real

Seeing what isn't there

Seeing a mothers broken heart

A child she cant bare,

I see a heroin addicts needle

bleeding on the street

Sweet Summer Rain

Sweet sweat

Sweet Dreams.

 

Author's Note

review, no?

Reviews

[TP LaRose]

Is the heroin how she is dealing with it? Is it the Sweet Rain?
Did you intentionally have the same words starting so many lines? If you did, I would have liked to see the whole poem continue in that fashion. Poetry is a feeling and I felt a grey desperation from this piece.
I had to read it over a few times and I thought it was good. And yes, it is Life and we all must Deal with it.

[Cassidy Mask]

I like this, its nice and simple, but also very good