Blink and Miss

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

a poem about life and its moments

Blink and Miss



see a land full of vast growing and changing.

cars race down the street, 

children run around on their tinny feet.

The world has changed since you have been young,

Its now a place of the incopleate rush,

you've been stranggled into.

your kids were young and smiling,

now your daughter is sobing on the bathroom floor

son begging for freadom

thinking this "home" his a hell

mother and father let me flee

but not yet for it is still unsafe

beond the gaits there is fear then are blind to see,



blink and the next game is present

son all dressed in green with a single tear he hides

daughter all dressed in white with a young man by her side,

neither will come home so their mother cries,

their father falls ill and doesnt know how to get back up

"just the way the game is played"

laughs the devil that has concoured their mind.

they are loosing thier pride.



the daughter now a wife and a mother

visit the graves where three are layed,

young daughter by her side with a flag in her danty hand

plants it in the dirt and kisses three stones

lost and on her own

the mother cries

the only one left

a tear in her eyes

and she blinks

then misses it all.

Submitted: June 16, 2017

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