Reality
Two handsome boys with eyes so green who live a life like someone’s worst
dream.
Their mother works her life away while their father sits and shoots dope all day.
As she comes home from another hard days work, she gently kisses their
forehead and softly whispers that she loves them. As she watches them
sleeping she cant help but become angry, knowing that they must be dreaming
of the life that they should have had. Softly the boys cry daddy, daddy please don’t
go why can’t you love us enough to just say no.
Now as their father sits behind the cold gray walls of his prison cell, he finally
realizes that he is living in his own made hell. The day is finally here and he is
free once again. As he looks upon his boys, his eyes fill with tears because today
is the day he has to make a choice. Will the love he has for his sons give him
enough strength to finally say no, or will the call of the drugs be too much and
make him just go?
Copyright © Kayla Taylor | Year Posted 2008
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment