The Growth That Will Never Be Planted

The Growth That Will Never Be Planted

A Poem by temperance

The hurt, the pain,

The saddening birthright I plan to own,

Will live on my shoulders and

Leap, leap

Onto others and others.

 

Harsh metal of a gun

Will not ever touch my head,

For all the work I’ve done

Will be

Erased

And replaced,

With the image of two genres,

Horror and gore.

Ugly is not how I

Wish to be remembered.

 

Cold metal of a gun

Will not ever touch my chin,

My soft chin that holds many strengths,

And secrets;

For the terror in tears,

And the shock of a thousand stabs

Will resin

In the pit of mother’s eyes, and heart.

And-

 

Suffer will grow,

Strong and surviving onto

Others and others of coworkers and mothers,

Who’s weak minds and hearts

Will allow of the expansion, though

Their wishes may be hiding under covers. 

© 2015 temperance


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this is one sad feeling i got from reading this, i like this one though

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