Best Sadparents Poems
Walking down the hallway.
People look at me.
Clinging to my books.
Starring straight ahead;
focusing on the door.
Dodging dirty looks.
Standing at my locker.
I make no eye contact.
She whispers" Your such a freak"
Run to the door;
Make my way to the bus.
They throw stuff at me.
Keep forward,
finally get home.
I silently go to my room.
Fall to my bed;
break completely down.
So lost and hurt and gloom.
My parents go out,
Alone with the T.V on.
They say I'll be all right.
Make my way to kitchen.
Tears swell in my eyes.
The Chef Knife shines bright.
Afraid and alone;
with a sinking heart.
Hold it, shaking in my fist.
Slowly move it to my arm.
Pale white it runs;
from my forearm to wrist.
Blood on the white tile.
My legs are cold.
All my limbs heavy.
The door opens.
My parents are home.
My mother holds me.
Closing my eyes,
breathing slowly.
I sleep...
and if I die before I wake.
I pray to God.
My soul to take.
The roar of voices became muted,
consumed by the beating of her heart.
Her eyes are wide in fright,
her life has hardly begun to start.
Yet here she is,
small bruised body tied to the stake.
Nobody will believe her,
that this punishment is a mistake.
Her parents won't even look her way,
as tears well in her eyes.
Even they think she's a monster,
her own parents fell for the lies.
'Mommy, Daddy!' she cried
'you can't let them burn me!'
But they stared at the ground,
just wishing they could flee.
The fire was lit,
her dress hem caught flame.
Her parents ignored her screams,
they stood exactly the same.
The crowed chanted 'witch!',
as the six year old burned.
Again, they killed an innocent,
and again, showed no concern.
when the land calmed down
and its tears left town,
the boy’s story went on…
his tale continued:
“ Now the boy bottled up with fear
as tears were put into gear…
He closed is eyes in hope
that everything was a joke…
Morning approached
and the boy’s eyes weakly opened
to see he was in a room that’s dimmed
preventing light to be entered…
The boy slowly stood up
looking for some sup…
Quietly, he ran away,
hoping to find his parents on his way…
His search never stopped
even when the night knocked
on the day’s door…
One day, the boy found a piece of land
that was peaceful and out of sand…
It was across bays coated daily
with people walking nearby
There he sat below
the shades and the wind’s beautiful blow…
For days he sat there so sad,
engulfed with memories that weren’t so glad…
For his memories where the loss of his parents
in the wild storm accident…
By then, he feared to look at the sky,
for he’d remember the days of the ship’s sail lifted so high,
and the days he spent with the crew and his parents by his side…
Years passed…
The boy was never found…
But on a stormy and cold night,
news told about the boy’s fight…
The boy continued searching for some hope across an alley,
but all he found was a green valley,
that rest with serenity…
Yet, on a night like any night,
the boy closed his eyes and lost his sight…
For he died in the peaceful hands of nature
that embraced him with warmth and composure…”
now not only the land began to cry
but also the tale itself stop its cry…
and thus, the story of the young boy remains in the land’s breeze,
as they try to remember the times he sat near…