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My Town

You know this town was everything My momma, my girl Her diamond ring From birth though, this was the world The world, again my everything I lived my whole life Anger without fraction With all the words I said A tone, but no ration I just want to have a peace To settle my mind One gun shot, bloody weep didn’t come in time Like I said to my wife I destroyed it, last call I ruined the life Of my son, dead for all And even at the end I still try so hard to stall God, but where to begin Just a bullet in my brain Removing the curse Chilling the pain Please better not worse My son you see My son knew Dead nodding at me Its not true He no, cant be alive Its not real, not real Blast myself inside He’s so afraid I know my better Cursed parade Boom bloody white sweater Say that he is he This is not Not what I was meant to be But down, down I go Gun in hand out the window I think I should frown But no, I fall Fall to my town My town for all But am I better dead Well I think I am Up metal to head Against skull a bam That sound I hate the scream Repeated over and over Wait what, a dream Oh man, what a day Or I guess a night One more check, down hallway I see sleeping son, blessing sight

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Date: 3/19/2010 11:58:00 AM
Well the weekend is upon us and I am trying to get as many poems read as possible today as I will be gone most of the weekend from the Soup. I enjoyed reading your poetry today and I wish you a wonderful weekend filled with inspiration Justin. Love, Carol
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Date: 3/18/2010 5:39:00 PM
Sad write here...Glad only a dream or just a write...Would be better to be just a write for dreams are coming from somewhere..Keep the creative pen flowing. Sara
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