My Horror Story
A story.
My story heard by the mountains felt by the sea,
Cried by the clouds and smiled by the rainbow,
Narrated by the storm under the thunder
But calmed by the wind that swayed the Eucalyptus
She lay crying her teen soul defiled by cruel earth
Knife in her arm ready to sink six feet under the soil
face tears cascading waterfall,springs of sorrow
dust to dust,ashes to ashes life is a curse to her.
He drinks himself to the gutter,floor and the dustbin
life has taken everything including his beloved family
he breaks the bottle and wonders how it would be
If he ended his cursed life to join his loved ones
They are teenagers on a role they eloped for drugs
their life faced with pregnancy,abortion ,pregnancy
she cannot bear anymore he is broke to his soul
they set pills by their side its time to leave free
He was born with a terminal disease made him different
children laughed at him while others bullied him
he had no friends to relate to other than his dog rex
He thought lets fly to the ocean where there is peace
She was young and beautiful all the football jocks loved her
an idol to most but she endured much to become her
plastic is what she was ,prostitute is what she became,
to become pretty she had to do one last plastic for her life
LETS AVOID UNTIMELY DEATH,THIS IS MY STORY
Copyright © Jermaine Kirimi | Year Posted 2013
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