By Arcassin Burnham
My Eyelids can't hide , from the light , it gives,
instincts don't dry in order , to , survive to live,
babies born while being bathe, all , in sin,
relationships torn to pieces , daddy's gone again,
And i wish I had a pass port to drop from the world in
a space suit guarding my life , just trying to hold on.
Every moment in these tragedies we spend wondering
why the good lord won't come down , you just gotta be strong.
the mistakes we make will always be there , don't you know,
the world can't extinguish , we need , these kids , to grow,
Give them a chance , give them a spotlight to thrive ,on and shine,
with love anything is possible , but with , hate to defend your life,
And i wish I had a pass port to drop from the world in
a space suit guarding my life , just trying to hold on.
Every moment in these tragedies we spend wondering
why the good lord won't come down , you just gotta be strong.
- Author: Arcassin Burnham (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 5th, 2018 13:09
- Comment from author about the poem: https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/01/pass-port-weak-strong-saga.html ©abpoetry2018
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 7
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