The Love Of My Family Poem by Daniel Richards

Expanded into this stupid clown…..
Stop me this way, and I, I will be hunting me down
Slowly Driven mad by the strangle of failure and pain
Entangled by the carnage of my ghost town where
The cold crackling ground and the burning rain
Have me detained, refrained and lyrically restrained

I’ve never thrived but I’ve fought the fight
And here I stand, a man survived,
But still I shake, turning many colours from the cold
Icy mists steal my breath its cold inside when you outside alone
I walk.., I fall away.., I crawl..., I climb only to find my world whittled away

The whirlwind breathing is my mind lost someway
The icy streets represent my life and I slip again
The darkness barks at me, the light screams away
I hear them all talking, talking and I can’t walk away
I don’t need to see what transpires as in my minds eye
I can already see the burning heap, of a life born from liars
Thrown to the fires, to burn

I was told that they love me………..so they left me alone
But, never would they hand me there heart………an action still postponed
I never cried even when alone in my broken hearted frozen zone
The salty taste was not what I needed, warmth with an arm I dreamt
But I awoke and that feeling receded

I’ve never thrived but I’ve fought the fight
And here I stand, a man survived,
But I still I shake, turning many colours from the cold
Icy mists steal my breath its cold inside when you outside alone
I walk.., I fall away.., I crawl..., I climb only to find my world whittled away