Mon, August 23, 2021
5 of 100 Poems for Me (The Bleed of Words Collection)
At exactly 10, I heard someone's crying. Apparently, he's my young cousin. The story will be unfold. Just read on.
The gust of wind enters,
Alas! The window was left ajar,
From a corner, a voice, no it's a cry,
If someone will hear, would you step in, would you try?
Sunday evening, at exactly 10
Aside from his little cry, he's alone in this den,
Who would call it a home,
When you are all alone?
Father who, should provide heat on this cold evening,
Yet the liquor feels more inviting,
Turned deaf, stone cold
Enjoying and drowning for his own good.
If only his mama's with him,
Cold and loneliness would disappear,
the curve of her lips and her faint voice to make him sleep,
He misses it, he wishes for it.
No age for him to understand,
How unfortunate he is right now,
Four years of living alone,
Can someone tell him, how much is a home?
It's not the only days,
For when his tears slid like silver rays,
Who would call it a home,
When you are all alone?
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That's a sad peom, a child losing his parents, mother to be specific is sadly even think of. The loved of the mother is something every child wants.It's a sad piece yet great.