I remember the endless days
My childhood left me in many ways.
I would pick myself up just to fall down.
I remember a day where there was no price
for Hitler's Nazi crown.
I played around even though I was dead.
I taught myself to use my head.
I looked for escape but all I found was death.
I left everything behind and took one last
breath.
YOU ARE READING
Lonesome Dark Rain
RandomA series of dark poems that have true stories behind them...in my world.