Treasure Island

Ardo Abdullahi


POEM BEYOND THE GRAVE


POEM BEYOND THE GRAVE

Why oh why do I cry
Because I remember your face
when you said bye
Why did you go
It makes me sad you know
Left without explanation
At the train station
I’m all alone
So I took the phone.......line
Sorry I just got into the zone
It wasn’t fun
I WAS your son
Why didn’t you say
Maybe it didn’t have to end this way
Mother mum mummy
You walked away like a zombie
Away from me
I looked at you
until I couldn’t see
I got to go
Just wanted to let you know
I love you ever so

xXxX

Submitted: Tuesday, February 12, 2008
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  • Ardo Abdullahi (2/12/2008 9:50:00 PM)

    Please comment i would like to be an author
    And I need advice on my writing and poems
    Cheers
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