Free and creative
(by Desiree, shaylee@aol.com)
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
If you truly think you’re
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