I'll Be Free
6 July, 2003
Author: Seizure
I used to run track, I used to exercise
I'd get up early, and watch the sun rise
I had several friends, I had much to give
I had every reason, to get up and live
But all of that changed, as quickly as it came
It happened so fast, life won't be the same
My dog passed away, my best friend had died
Natalie flipped her car, I broke down and cried
My grandpa met his fate, long before he should
He told me not to grieve, but he knew I would
All of this happened, in about a week
I could barely move, I refused to speak
This was all too much, the worst was yet to come
My heart beat heavy, it felt like a drum
I drove home one day, I was not prepared
To see my mom running, looking very scared
She was beaten up, blood covered her face
I got out of the car, we formed an embrace
She said Dad's angry, and he's after her
"Mom, he will not touch you, that you can be sure"
He came from the house, walking very fast
I stepped between them, I wouldn't let him past
"Josh, step to the side," I said "you need to stop"
"This is something you, need to just go drop"
He took a swing at me, we fell to the ground
I didn't let him go, my ribcage made a sound
He got so angry, and ran back inside
My ribs were broken, still I could go guide
My mom in the car, so we could drive off
And go to a friends, it hurt just to cough
Then I went back home, why I'll never know
Something just told me, that I had to go
As I made it there, my things were in the pool
Along with a note, that I thought was cruel
He said I'm not his son, and I can't come back
He made it easy, I've nothing to pack
How can this be real? I've nowhere to go
I'm trapped inside a shell, I just didn't know
What I should do next, or what I should feel
I knew these were wounds, that would never heal
I went to my girlfriend, she just took me in
There I stayed three months, then got hit again
It was Christmas Eve, she said it's time to talk
I tried to sit down, she said we better walk
She said she cheated, on me quite a lot
And now she's in love, or at least she thought
So I had to leave, to go set her free
Nothing's ever easy, nothing's left for me
I spent Christmas Day, sleeping in the cold
With no one around, with no one to hold
Children laughed outside, people had such fun
Tears froze to my face, I had no where to run
I moved to Atlanta, to start life anew
Building up from scratch, something I had to do
But still I'm alone, I have no family
One day I will die, on that day I'll be free
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| keila (152.163.252.230) -- Monday, July 7 2003, 08:17 pm wow, seizure.....just...wow!!! |
| Ash (24.97.207.68) -- Monday, July 7 2003, 11:13 pm Seiz this was wonderful but i was wondering is any of this true? |
| Seizure (216.47.215.144) -- Monday, July 7 2003, 11:48 pm every word |
| Dino (67.24.231.133) -- Tuesday, July 8 2003, 08:00 am A real nice poem. It kept my attention all the way. I can say I lived in a tool shed for 6 months in a nursery. Relate to no one around and no one to hold. Also to being kicked out. So I lived in my car for awhile, till I rented a room in a house with a gay guy. That was an eye opener for me. Anyway, thanks for sharing part of your life with us, Seizure. |
| Pamela (194.125.159.79) -- Tuesday, July 8 2003, 07:14 pm That's such a sad poem Seizure. But nicely put altogether, makes the reader understand why you feel the way you do about life. |
| secret (161.184.50.51) -- Thursday, July 10 2003, 04:19 am Seizure, people always say that somewhere there is someone who has had life a hell of alot harder that you and they still stand. When ever i feel like falling I will think of this poem and think of you. Stay strong. |
| Aj (66.120.161.134) -- Friday, July 11 2003, 03:25 pm Seizure, though you many not think it true- this peom has not been only read, but well understood. Venting always helps, keep it up. |
| Ash (65.73.59.238) -- Monday, July 14 2003, 11:31 pm I can't believe all of this happened to you within a week or so. I can't imagine |
| Leah06 (12.232.5.189) -- Tuesday, July 15 2003, 11:23 pm Wow! I knew your life had been bad but this hit me like a ton of briks. I could almost put my self in that same position as my reading of your poem went on. Awsome work! |
| Terrie (65.148.210.53) -- Wednesday, July 16 2003, 06:32 am my heart goes out to you. great piece of art.. well written, thanks for sharing a part of you....it really touched my heart ...it had me in tears...i hope life has gotten better for you....many of us whom sign in to read your work, are in some form an extended family to one another we share our most crucial pain of emotional scars to the most satisfying passions...thru one another we learn to accept and let go and still hang on to the promise of the perfect ending ......we invite constructive criticism and accept praise.....(((seizure)) they say a hug speaks wisely and comforts..consider yourself hugged from all...your living proof that the bad onsets of the unexpected things we encounter in our lifes can make us strong...keep and share that strength.... ....... |
| Seizure (67.34.132.63) -- Wednesday, July 16 2003, 02:15 pm While I can't really reply to everyone, I read all your comments and appreciate them very much. Thanks for taking the time to read. |
| courtney (205.188.209.71) -- Tuesday, October 7 2003, 01:09 am Hey, I wanna say that your an exquiste poet and you bring your poems to life with your details.I also wanna say that my dad was like yours except i was his girl who he abused used and raped but that is the past but your poem was divine. |
| Ashley R. (66.53.140.214) -- Tuesday, October 21 2003, 02:58 am This poem says alot about your life. I feel so sorry for the things that you have gone through. I mean, it's just so touching, i almost cried. Your life has been so rough, I odnt know if your poems are true, but i have read sum, and they seem pretty real. but hopefully you are doing better! |
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