DG (9/19/1963 / )

My Father, My Mom, And Me

THE child sits in total silence,
there are tears on his face, and his
body been disfigured, hes been abandoned,
beaten, and druged like a whore,
still he is alive, with his mothers love.
THE child stands up for the first time,
only to be nocked down, and broken
like a toy, the mother jumps in with
a right, then left, and the drunken man
laughs, becouse this is his family, his
family, and we his pigs.

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Comments (2)

when you read this poem, you need to know that the out come, found the rainbow...... with his moms love, , , ,
I dont know what to say when you write sad poems like this David...Just the hope that all bad things/memories would end and you would rise soon.. cheerfully playing your guitar..Thank you.