I'm Desperate
3 March, 2003
Author: Seizure
The door shudders slightly, the wind blows outside
I can hear it whistle, leaving like my pride
I look out the window, and see my neighbor's joy
He picked up and twirled, around his little boy
The smile on his face, as he span around
Showed little worry, of falling to the ground
He knew that his dad, loved him more than life
And he'd never stab, his back with a knife
I look to another, family walking by
I envied their love, enough to slightly cry
They were hand-in-hand, laughing all the time
They each love their family, so what became of mine?
Why couldn't my life, be mirrored like theirs?
Where we all were happy, and huddled for prayers
Whenever life grew dark, or needed someone
We could always catch it, before hatred begun
Here comes a little boy, he looks like I did
Several years ago, when I was a kid
Color left his face, clothes were faded gray
People walked right by him, every single day
Upon looking closer, I was the little boy
Standing there alone, with nothing to enjoy
My greatest prayer of all, I ever had for me
Was to come home one day, and find my family
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Stacey (68.82.126.206) -- Tuesday, March 4 2003, 08:32 pm Ok, i just read your last three poems and i wasn't disappointed at all. In fact, I really enjoyed all three. This one hit me hard. I guess i don't come from one of those families you would envy. I definitely have some family "issues". Excellent work. Look forward to reading more ~Stace |
| LinzAy (64.12.96.205) -- Wednesday, March 5 2003, 01:29 am Wow, seizure this is great! A lot of emotion..... |
| Seizure (216.47.215.144) -- Thursday, March 6 2003, 11:13 am Stacey, sorry you are able to relate to this one. Infact, I feel sorry for anyone that can relate to almost any of my poems... I just have a lot of negativity still built up... it'll come out some day... maybe... LinzAy, what's the deal on that one we're working on? Waiting on you to start it... |
| cc (24.72.92.94) -- Sunday, April 13 2003, 07:29 am leah 06 suggested i read your stuff you area good poet too bad im not in the mood to read poetry anyway cyah |
| Seizure (68.155.193.80) -- Sunday, April 13 2003, 07:50 am uhh... ok? Yeah, too bad I guess. |
| Ashley (141.152.64.25) -- Monday, May 26 2003, 06:23 pm Hey loved the peom like you said in your poem I can relate to being envyous of families like this I love your poetry I hope one day my poetry is that good one day |
| Ash (65.73.59.238) -- Monday, July 14 2003, 11:46 pm This is incredible! Your work is incredibly believable |
| Seizure (67.34.132.63) -- Wednesday, July 16 2003, 02:30 pm thanks for the comments. |
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