The first of many poems that i had written around the age of 13 |
It costs dearly to hold on to the past But is free to let go Pain from abandonment is the spell they cast From your sorrow they feed, don't let it show It's pain that's slow to kill but comes so fast And brings hatred from the soul below As the pain shall grow, the sorrow shall flow Afraid to tell his mother how he felt Always wishing her to magically show Waiting day by day as his heart shall melt Hating the very thing she did eight years ago But keeps it sealed in his heart wrapped tightly with a belt Until the day he was given away he could bare no more It was as though his anger was a burning flair As he lived his life with hatred for those who act as his parents for his stay With fire in his eyes and a coat of sorrow in which he wore Conflict and strife, with years of pain With a fleece of guilt and shame All my life jokes and pranks pour out like rain Dreaming of fame so someone will look up to my name Never to use my daddy's name in vein And living his motto's and saying's just the same Wishing for love from another Until the day i found my home When i got three sisters and a brother I no longer felt non-existent like a gnome Because of a loving father and mother Where i no longer had to roam For some love and care and no strife I found my place in this world for life Sidney Meador |