Poetry From LM (Me)

Lament of L.M.

I sit upon wood like a fool.

Thinking that I'm just a tool.

My life is crumbling.

I'm only stumbling.

What's worse is that no ones around.

I'm only being beaten down.

A heart once pure, now thrives black.

Simply cause I wait for the attack.

No one listens and everyone judges.

Merely passing through life's sludges.

She leaves me now, Mother Misery.

Even so, the brother I wished to see.

I fall for the ten thousandth time.

No one even sees her crimes!

Innocence died with third sibling.

Don't worry its nothing.

A once clean world now dirty.

Destruction comes at 11:30.

Trembling still.

Ignoring the numbing quill.

Sorry sweet Mother and Cruel Father.

No one ever cared to bother.

Ta-ta now the hour strikes.

Here our goodbyes at a petulant price.

(Please don't comment your sympathies nor anything. I simply gaveth what I promised. Thanks to thee. My very few readers.)