A dead limb on the family tree,
Is what I seemed to be,
Soon to fall and wither away,
But at least I'd be free,
Everyone saw the animal,
Gnawing on my branch,
Like leprosy I fell apart,
And no one lent a hand,
I felt the pain everyday,
The pain bacame my lust,
The animal's injection,
Became my only trust,
I craved the poison all the time,
More and more each day,
I knew this little friend of mine,
Would help me get away,
In the river flowing under me,
I saw an ugly sight,
The animal reared his ugly teeth,
He swooped down for a bite,
I knocked the beast off my back,
Before his teeth bit down,
The reflection in the river flow,
Was me all dead and brown,
One green leaf was all I saw,
A bite away from death,
The animal taunted everyday,
But I refused the test,
I realised if I let him bite me,
I never would fall down,
I'd always be in the family tree,
I'd just be dead and brown.
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Pocket Poetry
PoetryLife is not always easy. Sometimes you need to hold onto the things that make your life meaningful to yourself. When it comes down to it, you are the only one that really matters. At the young age of twelve I found myself on the streets with nothing...
