Free and creative

(by Desiree, shaylee@aol.com)

 

Listen to me for what I am about to write is 100% true.

 

My mother and I were walking on a gloomy summer day

She looked at me to say: honey, your father ran away

That night I cried myself to sleep, I didn’t know what to say

Why would my daddy have ran away?

I felt it was me, it was all my fault

My daddy ran away after he hit me with his belt

Was there something I could do or something I could say

My daddy has been gone till this very day

 

My brothers and my sisters, they left me all alone

In this place so eerie I have to call it home

My mother died a year ago, we have been on our own since then

I’m in this house all by muself way back in the woods

There is no one here to help me out, I’m lonely and I’m cold

There is no heat nor food, I’m hungry and unloved

The closed house is too far to walk, for my energy I once had is gone

 

I can’t leave this place for it’s where I used to play

Weaker and weaker I get till I fall on the floor

My last words were: mommy, I have come to play

We are together as we once were one day

Hand in hand we walk together, starvation took my life

Together we will always be family, we will stay

 

 

If you think this poem is true that would make me dead. Please don’t think the wrong way, don’t forget to use your head. In your mind anything can happen as well as in your dreams. In life this may be true, but live a life of imagination. Be free and creative.

Desiree

 

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