Jackie Kinsey Poet Ballade

Dark Child

The feeling of philanthropy
there may be something wrong with me
supposed to be kind acts but its more like distressful theraphy
feel like I'm trying
but all the ropes that I'm tying
are keeping me to the ground
because life itself I'm denying
look at the sky reality is a lie
been raising kids for 8 years and I feel like I'm bout to die
appreciation aint got none so I'm still waiting
for thank you for what you done and yes all the time that you wasted
walls closing in I'm thinking this is the end
got pressure like a grenade pull the key and no one wins
I'm in the dark just waiting for that one spark
to come light up my world and put love into my heart
until then ill just say that I'm wild 
cause in the inside best believe that I am a dark child

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Skat A June 13, 2016 at 3:43 PM WOW, another deep write. I love it. SKAT

Probir Gupta June 12, 2016 at 11:22 PM Nice expressions of internalised turmoil... very good poetic lines...

Poet Destroyer A June 12, 2016 at 9:14 PM Deep write, Jackie, :) LINDA

Jackie Kinsey June 12, 2016 at 7:55 PM i wrote this about my life growing up raising and still raising my siblings without appreciation. and even more responsibility and pressures from the bring downs of my mother