The words I write
The harsh realities
Or the suicides
The pain that comes
And always goes
Comes out on paper
Like tears, it flows
How I feel
I let it out
It keeps me going
And calms the shout
I do not plan
On suicide
Behind my poetry
I'll shyly hide
You may think
I'm crazy indeed
You'd never think
I'm a man in need
In need of his wife
And his daughter's smile
I'm missing my family
They've been gone awhile
I didn't give them
The love the need
Now I'm alone
On paper I bleed
I'm hoping soon
They come my way
My family and I
Will be here to stay...
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