Uncle

 

 

I am so sick and tired how you treat me

Turning a cold shoulder

 

I hear you talking in the shadow

And I pretend not to hear

 

I walk around with this weight on my heart

This is what your doing to me

 

I sleep with heavy thoughts in my head

I cover myself in blankets of despair

 

I pray I never become like you

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[WildSoul]

so pure and honest... i love the way it is written. Hang in there...

[Zeek4]

Poetry is such a good way of purging yourself of entrapped feelings. I hope this piece has given you some relief. People can be cruel. Be strong, be yourself.