Bradley Smith Poet Free verse

A Broken Home Draft

Stolen play and poetry
A swollen face, abused and beat
No food to eat. No table neat
No place to be. No one to meet

No place of love nor friend to see
A child lost in poverty. 
The ills of a world seen verily 
No smiles now held merely 

A while to go till freedom felt
Down to the level I bowed, I nealt.
A promise dead.  A mother dead
A stern face. A sentence read. 

A child now lost, alone
No mother. No home
So what now whimpering to me
I don't know I said, so quietly

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Alexis Y. March 5, 2021 at 8:02 AM Hi BL, What a sad poem. You spilled your emotions on a page. Many can relate, because “ broken” people live in homes. In my opinion there is a degree of brokeness in each home. Poems such as these, show others that they are not alone.I applaud for writing about a sensitive and difficult topic- Alexis