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why?
Folder:
death Why are things
in this life ment to be
How can someone end a life
so easily
Who is he to choose
who stay and goes
Where did god take him
nobody knows
A life so short
and young at heart
A life that ended
before it could start
A child of life
with no one to guide
A child in strife
With no where to hide
His dad said
he'd made him mad
I screamed back
Your no man nor a dad
What monster could do this
To his own flesh and blood
And leave his sons body
face down in the mud
To see a friend fall
where we use to roam
The look in his eyes
and nobodies home
Strong and blatent poem,
Strong and blatent poem, pulling no punches about some very bad parenting. Read your poem with interest a good read, good writing.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Great poem...because there
Great poem...because there are plenty parents like this out there....and few who really care.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "