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Dark Poetry #4

A CHILD IN THE NIGHT

voice2bheard
Senior Member

since 2007-10-19

Posts 591
New York

0 posted 2007-10-24 10:40 AM

The child was lonely, the child was there
The child only needed, somone who cared
The child would look through the window,
but was never seen, guess nothing would happen,
nothing in between, "you lied, you hurt me,
and I never figured it out, what you really ment,
what I was all about, how could you leave me so alone,
and bare, guess I never mattered, guess noone cares"
now the child walks in the night, trying to win the battle, still putting up a fight, when will it stop? when will it be over? the child keeps saying looking over their shoulder, you win, I'll go,they whisper in the wind, but will there ever be a day when this will end? the child keeps walking, quick your almost their, but when they got to their place, they found it bare, mommy, daddy, the child cries, when they saw their parents, dead they lie, whats going on? why are they like this? when the child bends over for one last kiss. Someone walks by the child yells for help but the stranger keeps going like theres noone their. "Its alright mommy's here, don't worry about a thing, dry those tears" " But mommy how can you talk to me" the child cries. Then he sees his body where he lies.

Seeker72
Member

since 2007-02-24

Posts 387
Oregon USA

1 posted 2007-10-24 11:34 AM

What is it with the block writing?

I'm really not trying to sound mean but I'm just not sure why you would think anyone could enjoy reading your work like this.

voice2bheard
Senior Member

since 2007-10-19

Posts 591
New York

2 posted 2009-12-16 05:26 AM

YEA YEA YEA LIKE I'VE SAID BETTER WORK AFTER THESE 3!!

Kate

LaGraceLa
Member

since 2011-01-30

Posts 243
Minnesota, USA

3 posted 2011-01-30 02:33 PM

This is really really good. I love how your poem is so brutally honest. It is the kind of poem that haunts you and makes you think. Good job, I think it is wonderful.

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