Why is it so valuable to you
Don't you have a clue
Is it that important more so than me
Little white dust that's all I see
God to you nothing to me
I hear you in the room next to my own
Snorting sounds but I don't think your alone
I hear someone else
Someone unknown
Living in poverty to feed your addiction
Starving dehydrating the pain your afflicting
Two kids but you cast them aside
To family members so you can try to hide
Who you really are inside
Then one day I come home
Your not there
I get a call on the phone
The cops had came and went
The ambulance took you
And you were sent
Away for a while
While I was taken away
Thrown into a pile
Of problems you created
None were my own but still I was fated
To deal with them
Screaming on the inside
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
So I sat and I cried
While you went and lied
Trying to get me back on your side
Still I always wondered why?
That was a touching poem, unfortunately addiction is largely important and bad. Well that was a great write, Don't stop writing, Smiles N Hugs, Willow: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well, I have read the three poems Rodney and this one almost broke my heart a little more. I feel for your pain. Parents can be such smuck ups. I am very impressed with your voice, if indeed you are as you say, only 14. I was only thinking of my own 14 year old today and what he has been through, and you kind of helped me to balance the books. You are a good and potentially a very good poet indeed. Smiling at you, Tai