Little King of Sorrows
Little King of Sorrows Poems
|82.||The Flame Rages On||11/12/2014|
|83.||Black Widow Diddy||4/8/2015|
|84.||To Whom It May Concern||4/17/2015|
|85.||The Song Poem||5/2/2015|
|86.||The Life For Me||2/25/2013|
|89.||My Name Is Not Craig (Revised)||3/15/2013|
|99.||Good Poem Bad Poem||1/25/2013|
|101.||A Place To Rest My Soul||1/27/2013|
Comments about Little King of Sorrows
The oldest child, I am of four. Without the others, I'd be no more.
They pick me up, they shove me down, they make me smile, they make me frown.
My greatest friends! I love so much. A life of hell, we've seen so much.
And through it all. It brings me pride. The bond we feel. Forever tied.
While many sibs, are filled with hate. It's not for us, we can't relate.
Stuck in the middle, our parents behavior. The other the bad guy, but neither a savior.
Year after year, abuse and neglect, childhood unstable, we all now reflect.
Step-parents and juvies, through years split apart,...
A Victim Of The Moment
As the winter moon reflects upon the icy river valley,
a soul searches the darkness of his own mind,
where the water of life and resource once flowed abundant,
has frozen over with the changing of the seasons.
A victim of the moment.
The trees, naked and transparent, fall prey to the ever-changing winds,
even among the protection of its own kind, still portrays a lonely and lifeless chill,
far from the summer breeze that tickled it's leaves with joy and meaning,