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Alexea Norman Poem
I had a deck of cards when I was seven years old...
I had a winning deal to, but then I had to fold...
I couldn't deal with the feel of his hold
My room was always dark when he came in
His breath was hot and the sheets were thin
He couldn't help but touch my skin
He'd tell me he loved me but then he'd grab my throat
On his every command I'd choke
With every word I'd cry
But then he'd scream and tell me to comply...
I cry, I cry, I cry
People have listened to my every lie
I say I'm fine when I wanna die
He'd touch me, love me
I'd give a silent reply...
I cry, I cry, I cry...
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye...
Copyright © Alexea Norman | Year Posted 2016
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Alexea Norman Poem
We are taught that if we try at something we can succeed
We are taught that we are safe in our own homes
We are taught that as long as we have each other the bad will never reach us
That the darkness will never get in
We are taught that goodbyes are not forever
We learn that there are things we just can’t do
We learn that we are never truly safe
We learn that the bad never has to reach us and the darkness never has to get in
because it’s already there
We learn that goodbye is the last word someone speaks before they disappear from us forever
The world is full of harsh truths
We are not taught this but we know
We know in our blood that lies are a part of life
Like love and pain
They provide balance for the truths
A comfort in the cold nights
A net to catch us when we fall
Lies keep us balanced
They keep us calm
You have to have evil to have good
And you have to have a lie to have a truth
But one day, all your lies will be torn from you
One day you’ll have to face the facts
We will not always succeed
We are never safe
The darkness is always with us
And a goodbye is final
Copyright © Alexea Norman | Year Posted 2016
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