Alfredo Parra

The Garden Of Flowers - Poem by Alfredo Parra

A Garden Of Flowers Waiting To Grow
Would Be Just Like The World On Your Shoulder
Picture Yourself Sweating, Stalking So Slow
The Worlds On Your Back as You Grow Older
I Was At The Wrong Place, At The Wrong Time
Just As The World Came Crashing Down On Me
Right In Front Of Me, To The Facts I'm Blind
Never Again, Could I Find The Sane Me
My Mother Doesn't Understand Whats Going On
She Cannot Understand My Awful Mood Swings
She Still Prays For It To Stop Going On
The Evil Around Me Leads Me To Do Things
The Madness Stopped When Her Eyes Became Watery
Even To This Day, Her Eyes Still Bother Me.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 12, 2009

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