Writing to Break Free

Broken hearted 

empty jewel 

starving at breakfast 

I know i'm the fool

Broken messages 

desperate for love 

soon to realise 

the hand dont fit the glove 

Gasping for air 

with no conditioning

going round the merry go round 

her breath is the sin

Its weighing heavy now 

quite frightening 

got to get out of here 

mother's lights are dim

Running away 

with nowhere to go 

not that I care 

got to break the witches spell

Now it's twenty years later 

and I still cant spell 

on the calculater 

her breath sill tainting me

all the fucked up memories 

I guess I havent stopped running 

that time I ran away 

gotta get out of here 

says the 13 year old little me 

Well im an adult now but , honestly 

it just feels the same 

looking for a hand to hold 

but the memories of her keep me 

walking away.. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

With age. Problem change. We must make good and bad decisions. But we must get up and go forward always. I like the poem. Make the reader think and ponder life. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[icelandicblue]

When trust is lost we are wary and weary but we won't know until someday we take a chance. We will forever carry that child with us. You've been able to get your feeling across clearly and created that chaotic panic that surrounds it all.

[Earthy Mumma Soul]

Thank you for your clear review , good to get feedback on my writings .