Summer Storm
Torn!
Torn!
All is torn
How can I continue on
With my thoughts and tears
Littered like beer cans
and toys on the lawn?
You are gone
The suitcase clicked
The baby cried
The screen door creaked
The baby cried
The car door slammed
The baby cried
The engine revved off down the street
The baby cried
And I
I crumpled up inside
My heart tore in two
And exploded like a bag of skittles
On the floor
The skies opened and began to pour
Tears
And the child inside me cried
Torn!
Torn!
All is torn.
April 25th, 2005 at 5:42 pm
i love your poetry. keep writing…always. sorry i haven’t commented for a while :(.
April 25th, 2005 at 6:03 pm
It is inspired by life. Not my own…very little of any excitement happens to me. It happens to my friends, my neighbors. Sadly…since most of my poems are sad!
April 25th, 2005 at 11:45 pm
PS I’m glad somebody likes them! Nobody else ever gives me feedback on them. :-
April 26th, 2005 at 9:10 am
I enjoy them as well. I just don’t comment on them because, well, most of my comments usually border on dumb.