My Lost Life

Kaden Hudson

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 Offline)
  • Published: July 15th, 2017 11:38
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • FredPeyer

    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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