Mallory Horne


Lines used to seperate.
Words used to show hate.
In the world we live in we hate each other.
Where is the love, even for your own brother?

He hasn't changed, he's still your son.
Please sir, there's no need for the gun!
Aren't there enough who will judge him?
I can never understand how being himself is a sin.

Your choice is to disown him.
While he shines, you seem dim.
He hits the streets at fourteen.
His sense of direction never was keen.

Another child lost to bad judgement.
No family to help him, and not many friends.
A poor boy that will face much torment.
There is no way for him to possibly make ammends.

Destiny being the inconveninent thing it is.
There was something about those friends of his.
While he was sleeping one night,
He awoke to a frightening sight.

Not only were they taking all of his things,
To which they should have just clipped his wings.
He noticed that they were all completely stoned,
There is nothing left in the room he once owned.

By twenty this now rather grown man could tell things weren't right.
There wasn't a person that lived without alchohal or drugs in sight.
He saw how they needed it to make it through the day.
To which made him sad and never able to really say.

Going through past lovers and friends,
Thinking of all the things that have ends.
He starts to ponder how many used the posion to make it through the day?
After all, it isn't like he ever was a person without something to say.

Meeting up with old friends,
after surviving all the bends.
This man finds out a past lover's secret.
And not for a moment is he filled with regret.

A blood test later and the results come in.
All of his friends are screaming within.
They know what must happen and what they must do.
As he hugges them all and gives a general thank you.

Months later this young man is found.
Barely breathing, and not able to make a sound.
Questions they ask none of which he can answer.
No my dear, he does not have some sort of cancer.

After years of struggling the world,
He left peacefully that day as the Earth became a neworld.
Never again to be the same as it was,
The reasoning for it people say is just because.

Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 7, 2008

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Comments about Acceptence by Mallory Horne

  • Naé Tyler (9/7/2008 6:54:00 PM)

    This is so deep it almost hurt to read, great job

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