My grandmother was always
The arm that lifted me;
The strength that filled me,
That allowed me to rise...
I was never the strong one;
Or rather, the wrong one,
But i could do nothing wrong
In her sparkling eyes.
How I've Wasted my life,
Though I masked it in greatness,
How I've sparked, and I've shined,
Though I've left it behind...
All those dreams and ambitions,
That i once called my own,
Have fallen to ruin,
As the house i don't own.
Now my mother and uncle
Are both fighting against me,
And all I ever wanted
Was a home of my own.
"A roof above me,
And a bed below me.
I don't want your world;
I don't ask for more!"
Only what she wishes
To be bestowed me,
All I want is that
Her wishes be born.
I found her at peace,
Sitting upon her chair,
She'd made a vow to Buddha,
And shaved her hair.
Before we could make sure
Her will would be followed
I'm left now alone,
Depressed; feeling hollow.
But still i rise, though I do not want.
Just let me sleep; treat me as I'm gone.
I've no work to sustain me,
Only kindness of friends.
But we all know that someday
That kindness ends.
So now, as i sit, with ***** in hand,
I think of the future,
That thing i can't stand.
"Pugnare Futura!"
I fight till the end.
My family is a pit of snakes...
All I have is my friends...
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 10:34 PM UTC
My grandmother was always
The arm that lifted me;
The strength that filled me,
That allowed me to rise...
I was never the strong one;
Or rather, the wrong one,
But i could do nothing wrong
In her sparkling eyes.
How I've Wasted my life,
Though I masked it in greatness,
How I've sparked, and I've shined,
Though I've left it behind...
All those dreams and ambitions,
That i once called my own,
Have fallen to ruin,
As the house i don't own.
Now my mother and uncle
Are both fighting against me,
And all I ever wanted
Was a home of my own.
"A roof above me,
And a bed below me.
I don't want your world;
I don't ask for more!"
Only what she wishes
To be bestowed me,
All I want is that
Her wishes be born.
I found her at peace,
Sitting upon her chair,
She'd made a vow to Buddha,
And shaved her hair.
Before we could make sure
Her will would be followed
I'm left now alone,
Depressed; feeling hollow.
But still i rise, though I do not want.
Just let me sleep; treat me as I'm gone.
I've no work to sustain me,
Only kindness of friends.
But we all know that someday
That kindness ends.
So now, as i sit, with ***** in hand,
I think of the future,
That thing i can't stand.
"Pugnare Futura!"
I fight till the end.
My family is a pit of snakes...
All I have is my friends...
This poem is dedicated to my grandmother Cuc Robert's, who passed from this world on September 29, 2025. I have a LONG TIME to go before I'm okay with it. I still dream of her every night; I'm the one who found her. And now I have to fight to keep the only home I've known since I was 8 years old. My mom is a ****** she wants her money. My Uncle, he barely thinks about me. My family would rather I not exist.
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