A Bad Poem

reeferchief

Everything faultered....... cant forget my past
insulted, picked on and discriminated
with time it altered..... but the thought's they last
learn to play dumb till you figure them out
childhood rotten, no freedom to feel
and it's not forgotten
and you cant hide
from all the memorys inside
from all the memorys inside
my life was like a bad poem
no structure to help me stand
no rhythmic quality to guide
and all that once stood beside me
all vanished and left my side
and in this innocence deprived
I felt my heart subsiding
but all this left behind, not so distant as I still see
this history of memorys of a person I used to be.

reeferchief

This is kind of a work in progress, needs a lot to be added.:)

Being Enlightened

reeferchief wrote:

This is kind of a work in progress, needs a lot to be added.:)

Just keep at it and it will be a good poem. I now want to know how you got your groove back! It'll be good to see it again, once you've worked on it more.