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A life of hardship awaits ln the past. For Hell on Earth has passed me by. Funny how the worst times flow slow. The best go too quick. What Hell did I live for so long? Full of work and study was it?
There are cracks in the sidewalk that represent my life;A broken home;A broken family;Needing something to mold to.I've become the flower sprouting throughThat people tend to walk upon.
With stress of home Rain clouds formed; My head became a thunderstorm. All these mantras, Words, Beliefs, Filled my head Like popping corn. Until one day, The top flew off,
My lost little boy cold and alone I couldn't know you I couldn't hold you Nothing could ever repair the damage Nothing could ever mend a heart so broken My lost little boy now grown up and full of hate
Fighting, it's all that they can stand to do. Crying silently, I ask myself why they constantly argue. It is not my mother and father that argue; for that has long past
Mom, Would you listen? Would you understand? If I could tell you How I despise the man You have forced me to know. I want you to know No longer can I open up
The first time he tried to teach me to drive stick I crumbled over the steering wheel chest heaving as though an earthquake had pried open my ribcage, my lungs having too much space to breathe.