A Lot Of Anger
I ache with this...
words scream out of my mouth with no meaning.
No sounds compare to the things I seem to say.
I am sorry.
I ache with this...
words scream out of my mouth with no meaning.
No sounds compare to the things I seem to say.
I am sorry.
This poem touched me a lot. Coming from an abusive home, I did not know anything about myself, wasn't taught anything, wasn't loved or cared for. I was neglected, left to fend for myself. It...
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Have you ever asked
Why the singing bird sings?
Why people help people
Without gaining a thing?
The dream of getting out.
We live in a place where fear walks around like a school yard bully.
It's in our face every minute of every day.
There is a nothingness about fear.
Hi this poem touched me. I have a son that is very lost and is deeply using drugs. He is in so much emotional and physical pain and I feel hopeless because I have tried everything to help...
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He heads for the door,
Not knowing if he will come home.
On the outside he seems calm,
But inside he wonders
The morning light comes shining through
Upon the grass all fresh with dew.
How pleased I am that I can stand
Upon this free and fertile land.
Many years have now gone by
with the anger I had inside.
I often wondered what went wrong,
you so angry for so long,
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I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.
Perpetuating hatred--
It's happening every day,
While many who contribute
Would be the first to say,
Who will cry for the little girl?
A little girl is she.
Who will cry for the little girl?
The one with the broken home.
Help the homeless,
Feed the poor.
A job's a job,
Even sweeping floors.
It's a great truth. Wish we could all see our lives just like you described it here. Good poem.
Jac Judy A Campbell