Edward Orozco Poet Free verse

A Life Forgotten

I take a step back and I stand on memory lane, curious of my passed days I drift away
I could never really feel like a villain, yet many of my deeds then were truly honorable
Aid? I was the first soul there
I fought for justice and what was only fair
I grew up a humble child, wearing hand me downs and yet I stood proud
Every now and then I would feel the physical pain of the beatings I would receive
As I felt then not so often for the pain that lived in my heart then was greater than the blood shed
I would run home from school to show him of my learnings; yet I arrived to a cold shoulder
A creepy feeling would climb up my spine, truly I had never felt anything colder
He could never really look into my eyes
Poorly effort did he make to love me
I stood by his side, I denied all of the beatings and verbal abuse
For what? I ask myself now what did I win; nothing
; nothing his favorite word, as that was the definition of my name then
He took it all away from me, except my dreams for only when I slept I was in joy
Time after time, days would crawl on by
Always finding the smallest most insignificant reason to lay his hand of justice upon my face
I bruised and bled at times
I struggled to walk, I even was paralyzed a few times
But none of that pain was even close to the one I felt in my heart
He scarred it for life
I once stood to his aid, when no one came to see his well being
Only to be disowned in front of his so believed friends
A Christmas I not know
Not because of the gifts but because of its whole meaning
Alone I have spent all of my holidays, and yet I stand here today with tears in my eyes to write about it
I felt like I was garbage for my own family did not even sweat if I was missing
I had no one to share my goals, my accomplishments with, alone
I searched and searched yet found nothing, I was in a quest of love
Only my shadow took to my side
Only my bogus smile hid me from the world
Pity I did not welcome
Hungry I went at times, I took shelter in the streets after he wished me out
I have seen many things felt many struggles, but I am not a quitter
Never will I be, for God loves me
He is my real father and not the man whom made my childhood a nightmare
And I praise Jesus for He is my Lord
Amen.

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Daniexelle Eledwhen May 26, 2009 at 10:52 AM Jeramiah...this is amazing. i would like to say i'm sorry, but there's no words that can ever make up for that pain. i know what it feels like to have a family that makes you into something you're not.

Daniexelle Eledwhen May 26, 2009 at 10:52 AM it was my grandmother who called me a retard, my brother who calls me an it, and my mother who thinks i am self centered. may your heart someday be healed, and love come into you life. my best wishes go with you. oh, and thanks for commenting on my poems. you take care. and remember this if nothing else. you are NOT alone. Jeramiah, it takes courage to write about such things. it takes a tremendous amount of strength, and i honor you for having those things.

L'Nass Shango May 26, 2009 at 7:07 AM Our Brother from Heaven, called out at the cross, Eloi, Eloi, lama sabathani ... my god, my god why hast thou forsaken me ... farther along we will know all about it, farther along we will understand why ... cheer up my brother, live in the sunshine, we will understand it, all by and by. Powerful write so liquid in pain ... it is a jubilee!

Charmaine Chircop May 25, 2009 at 1:34 PM and this goes to my favs.----charma

Charmaine Chircop May 25, 2009 at 1:30 PM my brother i shed a tear today,wishing you were my real brother,flesh and blood,your pain is evident,its description magnificant,the past formed you in a young mature man,you know the world and all it offers,and yet you know God nuch more than me,may all your dreams come true,your pure heart speaks wonders--after dark comes light,wish you loads---your sis--charma

Christopher Higgins May 25, 2009 at 9:56 AM Wow. This is a write of outpouring the heart and freeing oneself to become new. Your words describe pain, but it also shows growth of a person who was able to walk in the depths of the murkiest water in life yet swam to safety...becoming the person they were created to be..you have written a piece that will make you or the voice in the piece a better person..much respect to you.

Brandy Megens May 25, 2009 at 9:53 AM oh my little brother you toiched me again im sorry youhad to endure that pain i know its a scare that cannot go away i too went through battles by the ones i loved but not to take it away from you i know you are at abetter place in your life now and have a great woman paula by your side time to make your own memories and family ties keep the faith and belief and god will hold your hand