I've always felt
neglected
From all of the sh**
I've dealt with,
How could I except
your help with the
problems that I've sheltered,
From a kids height,
I Never forget about them nights,
Searching the house fordim lights
so I can pencil in my thoughts
of what's wrong & then write(right) ,
All that's missing,
I was alone & seeked attention
cause no soul ever seemed to listen
no one home to see my existence,
Now I roam inside these ink pens
Ive chose to speak through writtens
that leaks inside this composition,
Its my newest edition to
fuel my future into existence,
Abused into a ruthless kid,
From rude & truant into a student
with perfect attendance &
Been that way every day since
A nice atmosphere for poetry. You may like to read my poem, Poetic Sense-1. Thanks
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I Never forget about them nights, Searching the house for dim lights so I can pencil in my thoughts Now I roam inside these ink pens fuel my future into existence, with perfect attendance. A very fine poem. You end the poem with such a positive thought, that the reader smiles with you.. thank you very much for sharing.. tony