Not Ready
I've said farewell to many a kind
From Cats to Hamsters, I didn't mind.
Some past their time, to out of their prime, each one committed some sort of crime
Father in wartime, the rain would always chime
It was as if lime had been splashed into our spring time.
I now stand at lunchtime in my lifetime, the news shattering my peacetime
My lunch splattered, my everything started to shout
I had to leave, without a doubt
Forboad and boast, mother would spout
She could never find out
My feelings in the morning are no longer a doubt
Alone I will be, but this I cannot live without.
Even if I desired to fire this elongated ryme of my current time
The concequences would only build fences that will never mend
And only I can mount.