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Being kicked out of home and living on the streets provided me with an array of eye opening experiences that I now draw inspiration from, writing poetry. I am glad those challenging life experiences have become useful now, not just locked up inside me. Hope you enjoy my poetry. Please take the time to share your comment :)

Submitted:Jan 14, 2013    Reads: 13    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I cannot get into heaven
God I have tried!
Suicide is a double edge sword
When you survive!
Walking the streets at night
Dazed and confused
Longing to be loved
When is Mum
Coming for me?
"Does she still love me?"
"Does she still care?"
"Does she still think of me?"
"Does she wonder
Where I am?"
I want her to come find me
I want her to say
She 'loves me'
I want her to comfort me
I want her to take me home
Keep me safe
And not forget
That I exist
Like the way
She treats me now
I wish God
Could make my Mum
Magically appear
Making this hellish nightmare
On the street
"Send my Mum please!"
All this can end!
This last ray of hope
For good!
I don't want
To become
The walking dead
Forever forgotten
As if
I was never born!
For this
Is the cruel harsh reality
Of living life
Feeling unloved
Uncared for
To fend for my own
A dangerous killer
Inside me
Eating away
At my soul
No one
Can see
I suffer in silence
My insides crippling!
And frightened
On a dirty
Graffiti park bench
Dirty tears
Rolling down my cheeks
Stuffing newspapers under my jumper
To keep myself warm
"What am I going to do?"
"Will I make it through the night?"
"Will I get raped and beaten?"
"Will I be left for dead?"
"Will I survive
To see another day?
"Is my life worth living?"
Please God
I beg of you
Have mercy now
Show me the way!


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