Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
I am a man with a simple dream To be a good husband to my half Build a home full of life and love And carry a child of my own. I know I will come to that point When? And how will it be? Will it be change into darkness? I feel like my time is up. I'm now lifting a world at my back Like Atlas, but I'm too weak for that I am too young to be here Experiencing this whole nightmare. She has another man in her life Her behalf is now sick to death Their child is too young to understand While I'm a half human and a half Artificial. Rip my body and tear it into A big pieces, part by part Sell my sinful soul to the King Then buy a child a dress to wear For the day of my memorial. I have my one and only will Bury my heart under a plant So I will help the plant to grow To have their child something to eat.
0
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC
The Death and Hope of a Man
I am a man with a simple dream To be a good husband to my half Build a home full of life and love And carry a child of my own. I know I will come to that point When? And how will it be? Will it be change into darkness? I feel like my time is up. I'm now lifting a world at my back Like Atlas, but I'm too weak for that I am too young to be here Experiencing this whole nightmare. She has another man in her life Her behalf is now sick to death Their child is too young to understand While I'm a half human and a half Artificial. Rip my body and tear it into A big pieces, part by part Sell my sinful soul to the King Then buy a child a dress to wear For the day of my memorial. I have my one and only will Bury my heart under a plant So I will help the plant to grow To have their child something to eat.
Written by
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem