I was running out the house,
I was sprinting down the street,
My bare feet splashing in the puddles,
You – that’s who I was desperate to meet,
You were meant to put mum out her misery,
You were meant to make it ok again,
No more shouts or fists banging on the walls,
You would take away all the pain,
I remember, 11 years old, my huge ego,
It refused to be told,
To hold on a sec – I hugged you,
God – I was bold,
The very person I was bold to,
Sucked it out of me,
You sucked up what hope we had left,
And you wont give it back however much we plea,
Now you’re permanent in our lives,
You’ve weaselled your way in,
Well done – congratulations,
Mum’s crying herself thin,
I used to feel anger,
I used to feel upset,
I used to feel confused,
No wonder I got caught in your net,
You strike when we’re vulnerable,
I see it in your eyes,
But now I’m not getting involved,
I now know the sweet talk is a bunch of lies,
See now I’m separate,
I don’t suffer anymore,
I’ve grow up, got stronger,
My tears no longer pour.
Comments
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I liked the rhyming in this. Not forced..flowed well.
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I LuVd DiS 1!!dA FlOw N dA rHyMiN wAs PeRfEcT!!
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i like the rhyming pattern. a lot of poems do the same thing-- some of them anyways. =] i also adore the 8th stanza. its my favorite. amazing job.
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great
i really like it great job
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