I will never forget seeing that man
standing there with the gun in his hand
I still ask myself if he had all this planned
Because after that my life became bland
leaving the house, I could no longer stand
I sat in my room staring at the hour hand
waiting for the day I could be me again
slowly i went insane
waiting and waiting
bottling all the pain
but then that day came
the fire in my chest like a burning flame
there was no time left to feel any shame
my life was mine to reclaim
After all this time I finally overcame
Now I am here to proclaim
My life will never be taken from me again
- Author: Kaden Hudson (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 15th, 2017 11:38
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 47
Comments1
Good poem Kaden,
It makes a good point that a strong person will always get up, no matter how many times shot down.
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