![]() noneA Poem by bayla![]() written to the tune to Don MacLaine's "Vincent", which was playing in the background as I read it to the "student poets" after I admitted to a girl who had had a meltdown' that I understood her anger![]() Dreaming every night Feeling tired, moods are grey Look out on a summer’s day We see the hopeless pockets in your poems.
Wishes on your wall Why could you not have it all? A childhood you all deserved With teddy bears to make a house your home. Now, I realize what you asked me to see How you wanted a bit of normalcy And let the pain and anger free. I would not listen, I cannot say why. Now, I promise I will try.
Staring at the walls A room not where you want to be You fill your voids with poetry L
Locked up far too long, falling leaves then winter snow But when will it be your time to go? And know that you are not the one to blame For your anger, hurt, suffering and shame.
Now, I realize what you asked me to see How you wanted a bit of normalcy And let the pain and anger free. I would not listen, I cannot say why. Now, I promise I will try. Tell your hurt to those who really care And if you speak up for what’s unfair Open doors will lead to a loving world.
And, don’t smudge your face in coal For the times you lost control ‘Cause at times I too feel grey But I’ve learned a better way.
Setting goals will be a must Just be careful whom you trust We all deserve a voice And if they say, “You have no choice.” Smile and walk away.
Dreaming every night Of a world that’s perfect just for you With skies that will be brightest blue
Your kindness and warmth I never will forget I’m so happy that we met.
The tearful eyes on tear filled cheek Coming from a life too bleak Will dry up and joy will take that place.
Now, I realize what you asked me to see How you wanted a bit of normalcy And let the pain and anger free. I would not listen, I cannot say why. Now, I promise I will try. © 2019 baylaAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on October 7, 2019 Last Updated on October 7, 2019 Author![]() baylaBeacon, NYAboutYes. My experience growing up in the Bronx and witnessing the change from safe sanctuary to broken glass, muggings, heavy drug use, brought my focus to escaping potential danger and fear. My mantra b.. more..Writing
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