Frank Macias

Rookie (not dead yet i suppose / Born in a hospital)

Motion Of Pulling The Fire Alarm - Poem by Frank Macias

Feverish children running with joy
All but one had fun, a little boy
Left on his mind was the tiny farm
And the motion of pulling the fire alarm

His mind on the farm with nothing to say
Wearing a mask of a happy son
looking back at the angry days
but finally he was done

Thinking to his lonely past
His mom and dad died really fast
Blood on his hands made him feel great
And now his life is filled with hate

But now hes done, no more fun
Painful memoirs slowly stung
regretting causing all that harm
The motion of pulling the fire alarm

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 3, 2009

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 9, 2009

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