Patrick Farley Iv Poet Rhyme

Hard Times of a Life Needing Fix

I wish I wasn't dissapointment
wish I wouldn't hurt them more
if I could I'd give them ointment
healing sores I caused before.
i'm supposed to be a grown up
yet down, so growing's slow
the past; I sure did grow tough
from forgetting my first home.

~little house up on the shore 
~is where I learned to walk
~baby crawling on the floor
~and I'm babbling to talk.

that house did nothing good 
in fact, it feeds my demon
within i'm so much good
on the out i'm disobedient.
as if i'm mad at the world
pointing fingers, holding grudges
"how could you ever do this world?"
"tell me how to rise above this!"
...it's not a black or white,
yes or no, straight answer
it's a battle; have to fight.
try and beat emotion cancer.
i can't tell if I am weak
or actually put to disadvantage
until then, i'll sleep
i love em' all behind the: 
lies
hurt 
drugs
theft
tricks 
anger 
greed
total damage and bad habits.

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Elizabeth Kinch January 21, 2017 at 3:07 PM I'm enjoying reading your poetry Patrick Farley IV.

October 10, 2012 at 4:19 PM I really like this how you seemingly poured out your heart, body, mind and soul. The emotion that your causing me as the reader to feel, it was so deeply saddening yet 100% raw. I loved it. Patrick Farley Iv October 10, 2012 at 7:14 PM Thank you. It was very much an experiment. that strong emotion you felt was my aim for you the reader, and I'm glad you caught on, and that you looked past the rawness and understood it was the scenery to create a feeling. Awesome comment annonomous, thanks again.