Stolen Son
Date: Sunday, 16th April 2017 @ 12:27:47 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry


Contributed By: softerware

Of all the things I let go wrong;
How come I never cried for Sean?
My anger kept the tears inside;
Until I found a place to hide.

I put this terror on a shelf;
But now its time to face myself.
No more lies that life goes on;
That hell be fine, and worst of cons!

Somehow mother cant get free
I wonder, did he cry for me?
Was someone there to hear his tears?
I wonder God, who saw his fears.

(Its only ego telling you;
That no one loves him like you do!)

A coward cries so many times;
And solves her wrongs in stupid rhymes.
Thank you all for being here;
While I sift through the garbage dears.

For holding hands as daylight comes;
For giving me a place to run.
All the things I can’t make right.
Guess they caught up with me tonight.


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