Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2018
Some days are harder than others
Many times I look down and look sad
Enough to make my whole world dark
Getting enough sleep has been tough
Mom's calls stopped
All seems lost.

Everything seems grayer now
And my prayers seem shorter
Thinking about god is hard
Imagining one is harder
Nothing stays the same as an adult
Gone is my childhood.
True Follower of the Scatman
Written by
True Follower of the Scatman  Scattonia
(Scattonia)   
  405
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems