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 Apr 2013 Roni Shelley
Kelsey
Such a twisted game we play
One moment of bliss
For a thousand more of pain
What do we get from this labyrinth of suffering?
Death
It's the only thing we're promised
To think it could have been over
That's a nightmare I no longer fear
To think we would have lost it all
I'm so glad you're here.
I love you so much. Every day I spend with you is better than the last and I don't know what I'd do if I lost you. I want nothing more than crying in your arms right now but, you need time with your best friend. People will disagree and times will be rough but, we will be there through it all.
Sometimes I pretend I'm someone else
So I don't have to be me
Until I open my eyes
And face my reflection
Wake up to the sound of birds cherping on a tree branch, Slightly annoying at 6 in the morning ,
And no one is there , the birds so loud, you cover your head with a pillow to block the painful cherping ,
you think and think , When will these birds stop ! Just go back to sleep !
The sound falls as you quickly close your eyes to picture the one you wanted there , you dream happily and sweet ,
but than again these dam Birds don't sleep so good morning eventhough its only 6:10!
You abandoned me at 13 months old
You didn't seek enough help
You didn't even try hard enough
To even be considered my mother
Through the hatred
Through the anger
Through the pain
Through it all I still say thank you
For making me a better poet
For making me the man I am today
And I love one girl
Her name is Sakota
Sure I can't date her or anything
But my heart lies with her
And you have made me something
No one else could ever hope to make me
And that is a God
Because people know who the hell I am
And I have touched several lives
Made a few know they aren't alone
So through it all I still say thank you
A poem for my biological mother Tammy Lynn Braynard
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