Why are things

in this life ment to be

How can someone end a life

so easily

Who is he to choose

who stay and goes

Where did god take him

nobody knows

A life so short

and young at heart

A life that ended

before it could start

A child of life

with no one to guide

A child in strife

With no where to hide

His dad said

he'd made him mad

I screamed back

Your no man nor a dad

What monster could do this

To his own flesh and blood

And leave his sons body

face down in the mud

To see a friend fall

where we use to roam

The look in his eyes

and nobodies home

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a.griffiths57's picture

    Strong and blatent poem,



Strong and blatent poem, pulling no punches about some very bad parenting.  Read your poem with interest a good read, good writing.




nightlight1220's picture

Great poem...because there

Great poem...because there are plenty parents like this out there....and few who really care.


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "