Jenny Molloy Poems

Standing out side the door to unhappiness I took my last breath of freedom.
I would of done any thing to run.
A million questions left unanswered.
Knock, please lord help me.
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Father, father please don’t leave me.
I need you to stay with me.
Trough the good times and the bad,
Help me stand tall.
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My hero is not a like the rest, mine has changed over the years.
A 5years old would say a cartoon creation, children are inanest, they don’t know my pain.
At the age of 9 its manly a fiction carter from moves, but there not real, they are only imaginary.
As a teen we don’t use hero’s in every day life, there to child like.
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If I were to tell you how you make me feel, it would take a full year.
All you would have to do it look out your window and take it all in.
A young bird needs his mother like I need you.
A dog wants his owner the same as I want you.
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Dressed in all black,
I try to breath,
Slowly I walk trough the big wooden doors.
A million eyes are on me,
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The last bell rings, the English voice says goodbye.
Class room like a battle field, running for the door.
I sit waiting for them all to go, take it all in.
One year fly’s by so fast, only started yesterday I taught.
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My phone book is full of people,
All driftnet sorts.
From friends to family.
But when I see your name,
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The smell of burning tires as I hold your hand,
Squeezing your fingers even tighter.
I hold my breath, must keep calm.
The love bugs in the back scream,
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A phone call in the middle of the night can scear a lot of people,
A million questions run trough my head.
Are my family at home? Are my family save? What about my friends?
A scream from a room upstairs will shake your bones, give you quite a shook.
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A rock stands still, it can not move.
The wave’s come in, slowly droning.
One day it happened to change.
No more wave’s.
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