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Aug 2018
Do you know how hard it is to stand with one leg missing and one leg broke ?
It’s a joke.
Left to learn to walk without support
Feeling like a failed abortion.
Going through the motions of love and trying to rise above and reach my hand out of the mud.

Bud I can tell you it’s hard
Iv come far on my own
With no parents to phone or ask about how to live life without strife.

I’m sorry but I shouldn’t be, I’m trying to do this for me and I guess that’s harder for you to see.
You think that because you took the time to make me tea and never mistreated me
That makes you free from blame.
Makes me feel ashamed and framed for the crime.
Maybe in time you will see what you did to me
And that tea isn’t enough for a kid and the effect that the empty fridge had on me.

You were high when I was low
I was slow to pick up on your problem
That’s my problem.

I’m sorry.
This is real to me.
Curtis Owens
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Curtis Owens  22/M/Scotland
(22/M/Scotland)   
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