ConfusedA Poem by T8kemybreathaway
I feel so confused Why does life do the things it does to people that grew up innocent? He was a blonde curly haired baby boy. MY baby boy. He loved to hug things He loved his legos He loved his grandpa more than anything in the world What went wrong? He was gentle He is still gentle But he had to grow up inside the walls The walls man has put up to protect the world from itself Instead they become walls that keep the world from getting in Keeps me from my baby boy. Keeps me from hugging him Keeps him from his legos Keeps him from mourning his grandpa The man says it is justice How is punishing a child until he is an old man justice? He was a blonde curly haired baby boy. MY baby boy. He loved to hug things He loved his legos He loved his grandpa more than anything in the world I’m so confused. 04/23/07 © 2008 T8kemybreathaway |
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T8kemybreathawayAboutMiddle aged...have always had the desire to write but never taken the opportunity to do it. I've always said, "Someday I'm gonna write a book about my life! It'll be a best seller!" At least to those .. more..Writing
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