Of Pride and Aspiration

Of Pride and Aspiration

A Poem by Steve
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Dad likes to be big one day, and mom is the typical housewife.

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The sandcastle, I built myself.

I built it big, like no one else.

Mom was smiling, as dad helped out

My sandcastle, I built myself.

 

One day turns up, as dad felt poor,

The fight was quick, and mom abhorred,

She held them pills as I looked up,

“One day mommy, you won’t felt poor.”

 

They’re all working, and seldom talks,

All the facade, above the lies,

I heard mom once, before she left,

“Let’s go someplace, where we could hide.”

 

The sandcastle, I built myself,

Tumbling down, as windblown sand

I built again, and so did dad,

The sandcastle, as windblown sand.


© 2016 Steve



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Author's Note

Steve
I meant it for the contest POEM AND PAIN, but it was late.

It was done without revision, and I meant for it to stay that way, but any review is welcomed.

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I don't know where to start, so I will let my work do it for me. I crave a good fantasy so much I need to start one before the waiting kills me. My work is influenced by The Lord of the Ring, A Son.. more..

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