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Beyond A Dozen Fireworks

Poetry By: wikhaiinn
Mystery and crime



a poem with some kind of story


Submitted:Jun 3, 2008    Reads: 227    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   


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I was here,
Living in a cage
Lived my whole life in a cage
Did nothing but to sweep the floor
And cry for being re-arranged
They beat me up whenever they want to
They all gather and watch
What a person like me can't hide;
They were laughing
And I was screaming,
Screaming for me
Screaming for nothing…
I grew up in prison
Letting the days be wasted
I have nothing to do
But to weep and keep
All the empty things inside,
Inside of me…
Nobody cared for me
Except for my mother
Nobody gazed at me
Like what my mother did…
But she went away…
Passed away with my tears
With the oh-so fast array
In an oh-so distant sky
That I'll never reach
Nor touch…
All day I hold the bars
Watching all the others
Being visited and brought foods
Now I'm starving
But there's no food to eat,
For somehow
They gave me left overs
And I have nothing to do
But to take it;
Take them all,
Or starve to death…
Everyday, I see big men fighting
Full of huge punches and kick
There were scars as they bleed,
You know, it kills like hell,
And it's no good to dwell…
I never had education,
Never felt a single touch of it
I never knew what its like
To play the guitar
And hold the remote,
To be free
And jump wild,
No, I never felt that
I don't know table manners
Even the food you may be eating
Never experience to play ball,
Chess or even taekwondo
All I am,
Nothing I was,
My brain is empty,
My heart is empty…
I grew up in prison
For somewhat reason
Like my mother killed a man,
But all she did
Is to protect me…
They took mom and dad away from me
Nothing was left for me,
I'm an old rotten rag now
Wandering the streets,
Begging for piloncitos
Every second of a day
Come to me like years,
Every minute that slips away
Leave the time like a decade,
Every breathe I take
Is only pollution,
And I,
I died in the city street
For being bumped of a huge truck,
I died…
I passed a way
Never knowing
What was love meant to say
And the place they call home to stay…;
I never knew them,
Not until I met this day…

WALLART





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