Open Book

Open Book

A Poem by donny ingraham

My life
It may be full of strive
Private to some
Public to none
Never to be broadcasted upon a movie screen.
The things I've seen would make some men scream.
Rising above the ashes.
Yet judged upon my past.
Deeds of old reflect like a mirror.
Never taken for the man I've become,
But looked down upon of the man I was.
Pushing towards the future, but yesterday is what's seen.
My life knows countless struggles and hardship.
But none have tasted my tears or known my pain.
My failures are recorded, but good deeds forgotten.
Among some I'm a hero, but to the world I'm nameless.

© 2015 donny ingraham



My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

98 Views
Added on August 5, 2015
Last Updated on August 5, 2015

Author

donny ingraham
donny ingraham

wilton manors, FL



About
I'm a 36 year old writer and poet. Possessing a scarred past, but not allowing it to take me down. I have written two books of poetry and write at any given moment to express myself. more..

Writing