Red leaves flow across the floor of and old barn, The barn was red once, Now it is brown, One example of how life is short,
When does the sun burnout father? It wont ever burn out son, Are you sure, Well, Im not sure but let the good Lord be,
Get your damn toys out of that floor, (Child proceeds to fill arms and mouth with toys as quickly as possible, trying to keep it hidden that hes crying), What did I tell you, you little son of a bitch, Im sorry father, I just wanted to play, I didnt mean to, Of course you didnt, but sorry doesnt help, (Father grabs son by the arm with enough force to jerk him from the floor and leave a bruise, right about the time the mother walks in), What are you doing? Im teaching this boy not to scatter his toys in the floor, Now I want you to go in the other room so you dont have to see, Ok dear, try not to be to hard on him,
(As the Mother walks to the nearest bedroom the son is told to pull his pants down and bend slightly forward) Now if you dont cry this will get over pretty fast, Ok daddy, (father slides off his belt and begins to warp welts and cuts into his son...)
"Some things in a persons life may make you think that others have it just as hard, or easier, and maybe a little worse in your own, depending on the person..."
And if you are ever in need of anything out of life God is waiting to answer your questions and help you.
In other words never give up hope, there is always someone who is there...
Everywhere I turn, the eyes of loathing leave their burn, just to leave a simple glance, at life and love that has no chance,
When you read upon my words, do they make you fear the worst, or simply make you cry with fear, or pain of those you lost so dear,
I cant read or write what has been wronged, but chances is are their not that strong, please dont clench your fist with anger, yet killing me would slay a stranger,
Hope is hopefull unless left to starve, only those who bleed the scar, shall remain to stop the devils preaching, a vast new look at his new breeding,
So when you frown and drop a slide, never look upon my sky, cause when its dark and grey, shine, will be the light of day....
I wrote a poem this morning while it automatically came from my head... I hope you like it. :?
