Still 19 Poem by Mike Mendoza

Still 19



Though I'm still not 49
I can plainly see
That my parents linger on

Every time that I sigh
Every time that I cry
So many years I would wait

Even though I'd misbehave
People'd tell me that I'm brave
But I'm still so sore inside

With my brothers in the days
With their yearly routine craze
There was lies
There were tears
Though no one died

Can you hear me falling?
Though I might be far from you
Can you hear me falling thru?
Though my heads in the sand
Everything is just so bland
My first big mistake, was that I knew

Do you hear me fallin?
Though I might be far from you
Do you hear me fallin thru?

By being a waste of space
Father'd let me find my place
Without voice
Without noise
Woe is me

Tuesday, September 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: isolation
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 27 September 2016

Woe to me! ! Without a foe around. There is hope ahead. So, don't give up on your dreams. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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