Life Written Poems

Life Written Poems 16

The Little Boy Who Cannot See

Here Is Tommy's Story

What Of Tommy's Life

Hear Tommy's Cry

What Of Tommy's Death

i am only six. not counting my other lives...

god had promised me..

that someday i would be loved on earth...

the memories of who i was...

flood my dreams with tears and pain...

yet alone without god of gone insane...

i have lived for too long

i cannot see my path...

the devils pulling me in...

with his evil wrath...

god warns me of danger...

but i sit by and wait...

anything would be better...

then this feeling of hate...

it burns withen in me...

deep in my core...

and this cooped up bird...

shall never take flight nor soar...

the emerald fields...

and the charcoal mountains...

the moist sky...

after rain has fallen...

i hate them all...

i hate my life...

my lives...

i hate my name...

my names...

before this life...

i was seventeen...

and i was always stuck in between...

the anger and the fights...

never went away...

and that was the day David died...

he'd pulled out a gun...

and i shot myself fast...

i did not want this fight...

to forever last...

and before he came....

my name was John...

now John was quiet...

I was nice...

good in school...

honor roll...

but for some reason dad wouldn't stop...

he went on and on...

hitting me...

punching me...

beating me...

he pulled a knife on me...

and i wrestled him away...

i'll remember what happened forever...

i killed my father that day...

they said i had to do it...

i had no other choice...

but a few days later i hung myself...

from the tree that had our initials...

'dad and son forever'...

way before that my name was Lucas...

he was rebellious...

i was mean...

i had shot a girl...

watched her die away...

and day after day after day...

i would see her pleading eyes...

On her blood stained face...

she was my friend...

since childhood...

and i promised her i would...

after i shot her...

i was supposed to shoot myself...

but i chickened out...

I shall burn in hell...

When it all started I was three...

the real me...

that's what i can no longer be...

my name was Stable...

After my fathers horse...

it was in the seventeen hundred's...

my momma loved me...

my pappa too...

but after that night our lives were through...

the house had burned down...

and no one got away...

but yet im sitting here today...

begging to die and fade away...