Father, Mother - Poem by iesha wilborn
I am suffering, father, mother where are you?
I lie here with pain to bare any shoes to care.
I walk barefooted all the time to fill the pain through my body not my soul, I have a roof aove my head but all it does is put a smile upside down to shame.
I welcomed my mother and father into my life, but somehow their never there.
Shall I call or shall I wait.
My mind is not strong.
What shall I do?
I have a roof above my head, somehow a life, but it continues to stand still, the only thing that's moving is me, sad isn't it?
tears shall not fall,
my head shall not drop.
What more can I expect there's no choice inside of my voice.
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