Poems I Wrote Years Ago

A MORNING RAIN

The rain drip-drops by the window pane,

While the wind is blowing the weather vane.

As I look through the window, it seems unclear,

And the rabbits hop along like they are full of fear.

The rain makes tears come to my eyes,

And I think about those to whom I’ve said goodbyes.

I stare out at the blowing trees,

And I think of how life is like ripply seas.

I think about all the past,

And how time goes so fast.

I sit and I wait,

Until the wind stops, moving the gate.

Then I look to the sky,

And remember now, there’s no need to cry.

As the rain stops, I become calm,

And I stand up and push the window with my palm.

Now it is all done,

And it is finally time for the sun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I WAS INNOCENT

As I sit here full of tears

My heart is full of fears

I wonder why it was me

I just don’t understand; you see.

 

Some don’t care who they hurt

And are happy to make them feel like dirt

I am having trouble with it all

Who will listen when I call?

 

These people hurt these innocent ones

Until they feel they have won

It makes me angry and mad

Because of acts that were terribly bad

 

 

 

 

 

 

LIVING IN THE DARK

She cries herself to sleep.

In her dreams she remembers things that shouldn’t have been.

She was robbed of her childhood.

So innocent and scared.

She had no choice.

How can she pick up those broken pieces?

She feels worthless.

Please tell her she’s not guilty.

She did nothing wrong.

Broken promises; shattered dreams.

Is she able to survive?

 

 

 

 

 

 

IN SEARCH

I have been in search of truth

In the past years of my life.

I have learned of hate, remorse, guilt, and unending chaos-

Are all of these considered truth?

I have been in search of answers

In the past years of my life.

No matter how many questions I may ask

No answers have I been given-

Are these answers unquestionable?

I have been in search of enlightenment

In the past years of my life.

To be given the knowledge

That I might live in peace with myself-

Is this the wisdom for which I yearn?

I have been in search of love

In the past years of my life.

I have truth, but no answers

Ans wisdom through pain

Through all my trials and sufferings;

My disappointments and fears

I have striven to go on-

In the past years of my life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE ROAD

I’ll never forget that first night so long ago

When I was taken down that old narrow road.

We stopped in front of a big old tree,

And then I stepped out to see-

This dark, but huge building.

I didn’t think it had been used.

She took me on in-

Fear ran through my heart.

I didn’t know what was to happen.

But to my surprise, the building had been used-

More than I had ever known.

“Don’t tell anyone child; it is our own little secret.”

There were many other times

When I was taken down that road

To where I would have to face-

Many things a child my age

Should have never seen or had to face.

 

 

 

WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE LEFT OUT

I am someone that hates to be left out.

I wonder if my family knows I’m around.

I don’t hear anything; not a sound.

I see shadows in the dark; I run up to them.

But they disappear off the ground.

I want to be with my family

But it seems as if I can’t get to them.

I am someone that hates to be left out.

 

I pretend I’m happy when I’m around them.

But in my heart; I’m sad.

I feel as if there isn’t anything to be happy about.

I touch the imaginary love of my family.

I worry about what might become of me.

I cry out to those who can hear me.

I am someone that hated to be left out.

 

I can see when I am not wanted.

I say the clouds are always dark.

I dream sad dreams.

I try to feel the love and warmth of my family.

But they slip away.

I hope it doesn’t get any worse than this.

I am someone that hates to be left out.