I am the child that my parents raised
Crashing and smashing all over the place
I am still that child. Small and afraid
struggling to catch up with every pace
I am the child that my friends have made
through insults and venting and anger and pain
like a brick wall stabbed by a blade
and here i stand so close to the flame
I am the DNA of my family tree
The branches stretched out
out to get me
as i tape up my mouth
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Author:
xqw (
Offline) - Published: March 20th, 2025 14:24
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Comments2
Discontent and pain run through this poem seeing the past generations and parents as well as a source of hurt. Sad and dark this poem puts the cap on it by the last line. Well written in verse.
A lot of pain and suffering can be felt in this write,parents and family being the main source of that pain, sad read but well expressed
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