Flowers On A Casket Poem by DeAire Taylor
Flowers On A Casket
I know that we're torn apart
But why do you want my heart?
I know we got problems but why are you still beaten me?
And then hug me at the end and then laugh with glee
Hey dad I'm out a lost of words
What can I say at this time
Remember when I was nine?
I'm outside playing football with my dad
It was fun then it became the worst memory I ever had
I was there with him throwing it and cathing it and kicking it
It was all good and no one was throwing a fit
But then my dad said that it was time to run
I told him I can't run anymore I'm done
But I had to cause I was trying to impress him so
I was running super fast like I was going for broke
But I never took a rest he didn't want me to
I was running until my face started to turn blue
And then I saw everything in doubles
And i couldn't even stand so I knew that I was in trouble
I closed my eyes and I fell head first
It felt like my heart was about to burst
When I woke up my dad was carrying me in his arms
Screaming so loud like he was a clock of alarm
I looked in the mirror to find a hole in my head
And I was also told that I was dead
I had blood all over my body
My dad was mad acting like he going to kill somebody
The hole was the size of a tennis ball
I looked at it and laughed as I walked through the hall
I hope when I get a son I won't do the same thing
And hopefully he will be better than me
Maybe even become a king
But I know one thing this is true
He will be like me
And he won't be like you
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4/26/2024 3:54:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Dear Deaire, Let me tell you my dear friend, growing up is a difficult thing, especially when you have abusive parents. Remember you poetry is an outlet for your pain. Cherish that, but also understand that you need to get help for your home life. Go to your church and speak to your pastor about the difficulties you are experiencing. He maybe able to help you, and soothe your inner pain. If you don't speak to someone, you may end up in an insane asylum. You need to speak to someone, trusting. God be with you my son! Get some help please, a friend, a person that will listen to your grief. It will help you see the light and walk away oneday, to learn to be strong and don't look back dearest! Run free, away from the demons! I did.