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Sep 2018 · 352
Hiding in the Trash
Zersrol Sep 2018
Cartoons so funny!
I laugh and laugh!
Sesame Street,
The Grinch in the trash!
I wonder to myself,
How this is a flash
From the past.
When I was little with a lot of joy,
When my mother would say she love me.
In my third house,
Out of nine I have lived in.
This was my favorite
Before the tragic event began.
A Beach,
A Ocean,
A Tragic event!
I was watching TV
So bored I left my room.
In the hallway
Screams of the night.
I hurry in fear to see
My mother drench in her own
BLOOD!
Afraid I was.
Tempted to Run.
Yes I was.
A MAN WITH GREY HAIR
SLACKING CLOTHS
HAS PUNCH MY MOTHER.
Blood on the wall!
A bundle of tears
Came out of my EYES!
I hear my mother speak to a
Person once friends with.
SHE DIDN’T CALL THE POLICE,
BUT HER FRIEND DID.
I really liked this house
But I needed to leave.
My mother on my Left
Dragging me to a
Ally way with a trash to but the heat.
Through the night
Echos of sirens reach me.
Not too far,
Not to close,
But enough to let me WEEP.
In one piece of clothing
With my mother all dressed.
We hide in the trash,
To let it blow over.
TEARS
SO MANY TEARS!
ONLY IF I KNEW WHY I WAS CRYING.
THE BLOOD,
THE RUNNING,
OR THE FEAR OF SEEING
MY STEPFATHER ONCE AGAIN.
He didn’t go to jail
But a trial did happen,
But nothing happen to him.
Sadly we stayed with him because
Of money or the fear of Running.
I was 7 when this happened. This was not a fictional poem/story. This was real, and to calmly release some trauma, I made this poem when I was 13.
Sep 2018 · 387
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Zersrol Sep 2018
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When I couldn't walk and I couldn’t speak
I had someone to serve my Needs
I was always Safe and so full too
She Fed me and Defended me
I can remember her long eyelashes that I own
I can remember her brown eyes that I own
I can remember her Straight Black Hair that I own
But I never had the courage that she owned
I would wake up at Noon while she would wake up at the Afternoon
Always so tired she said
I will always Love you I said
As Noon became Midnight
I would Love her for every second and every breath
I can remember her
Checking my bed for the ghouls
And when I call for help
She is there
She is my Protector
She is my Lover
She is the best in the world
My Mother
Only if she can see me now
I would Hug her and Love her
Until she's Sore from my Love
I hope
Up there is
Just
As
Well
As here
:Title:
M.O.M
My
Only
Mother
I didn’t put a title because my poem is a type of poem where you meant what happens at the very end and all the pieces come up together and give you the truth. My title would have spoiled the meaning if I put it on the top.
Sep 2018 · 110
THE OVER THINKER
Zersrol Sep 2018
It never snows
But it still blows
To realize
That life is never easy
You have challenges everyday
Feels like war
In my brain
Constantly fighting
My sanity
To live another day
As I wonder what I did
I’m stuck with the feeling of regret
For what I have done
Without knowing
Without thinking
I already forgive
I guess it’s either being
Naive or forgiving
But really
It is just me
Overthinking
This was made in 5 minutes, I hope you guys like it.

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