A Poem: Aftershocks
to prepare me for when I am broken.
I’ve been waiting for the manifestation of my fears
or even the slightest notion.
Mother and Father couldn’t love anymore
even when they tried again.
I watched silently as they closed the door
and true love met its’ end.
Love is on paper, that’s as far as it goes
like a contract on your life.
But it can’t bind the wandering souls
or create a happy husband or wife.
Growing up I watched you cry
over things you couldn’t control.
You weren’t happy but you didn’t know why
why you did what you did I’ll never know.
Communication never entered your minds
as you both sought it somewhere else.
Something to pass your lonely time
as your family deteriorated and fell.
Did you stop to think about your children
as you selfishly sought out affection?
All we needed was a parent and friend
and emotional protection.
Are you proud of what you taught them?
Can you now see what the lesson was?
It was not to trust in ANYONE
and to NEVER believe in love.
The years passed by, and my body grew,
as I looked in the mirror, scared.
All the world wanted me now
there were greedy men everywhere.
All the evil piled up at my door
I opened it at the slightest knock.
I couldn’t survive with out screwing up more
still you wouldn’t help me stop.
No protection, no affection, no lectures,
only more problems I’d caused.
I continued all of my crazy ventures
not knowing what I lost.
What a great example you set for me
and a curse you brought on my head.
Now I know I will never be set free
Because true love is dead.
