Broken Childhood
while the tears fell from my eyes
while I gave small painfull cries
as I saw them hit each other
the fighters were my father and mother
he would yell and call her bitch
he'd raise his hands and he would hit
the blood I saw drip from his hands
now my mum no longer stands
she lied on the floor cold and stiff
he looked at her and then said witch
he went to the kitchen to grab a beer
then I ran to my mummy dear
"mummy please get up" I said
while I tugged her lifeless head
her eyes were cold and opened wide
then I knew, then I cried
my mummy dear was now dead
from a blow to the head
her heart no longer took a beat
as the blood flowed to her feet
you will never know the pain
to lie on your bed and call her name
and hear silence in the house
because your father killed his spouse
know now that you must treasure
every moment you endeavor
with the one whom gave you life
give her no pain give her no strife
I lost my mum and it's a shame
and my father was to blame
and it's something I don't understand
but that's just me it's who I am
why he killed her? I'll never know
it is something he won't show
but something that I will now say
is that I miss her everyday.
Life
Life
no one to hold
no one to touch
no one to look at
no one to love
empty heart
empty soul
empty feelings
that I hold
no one to wait for
no one to miss
no gentle lips
for me to kiss
from the outside
no one knows
the deep secrets
that I hold
no one notices
this mask
no one bothers
to even ask
no one cares
if you are well
if your sad
or if you dwell
but then again
that's how life is
no one cares
no one gives
The Wind
The wind
swish, swish goes the wind
I am blinded, I wish not to see
All I want is to listen
hear the wind
blow, blowing in my ear
she quitely sings
humming soft tunes
gracefully, softly
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