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Once I was Seven Years Old
.
Nine years left
just a boy young man
gone living life too fast like you knew no better
Snuffed out like the burning herb taken
gone away swimming on alcohol excess
And I shouldn't give momentary thoughts
because I don't even have a date to share
They don't go talking about it anymore in
my company
breezing over the memory but that's crass
the mind don't work so much like that
they do
I just don't hear so good anymore
She'd swap places today this minute,
that hurts more than you being gone
she don't know so much
beloved him saved it from her
her mind wont allow access
He knows more than he let on
I heard him in the weeks that followed
what I already knew
took him in my arms like my unborn as
news broke over the levee
said the eulogy packed congregation
she writing a mother to her child
goodbye my baby
had it placed in your cold hand
and here's me with tears now for them
of your passing my thoughts nondescript
I shouldn't have been put in that situation
you broke him
she's not with the same beautiful smile
and there goes me remaining cold blooded
I'm still here doing my time under that table
because once I was seven years old
I remember it all.
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Nine years left
just a boy young man
gone living life too fast like you knew no better
Snuffed out like the burning herb taken
gone away swimming on alcohol excess
And I shouldn't give momentary thoughts
because I don't even have a date to share
They don't go talking about it anymore in
my company
breezing over the memory but that's crass
the mind don't work so much like that
they do
I just don't hear so good anymore
She'd swap places today this minute,
that hurts more than you being gone
she don't know so much
beloved him saved it from her
her mind wont allow access
He knows more than he let on
I heard him in the weeks that followed
what I already knew
took him in my arms like my unborn as
news broke over the levee
said the eulogy packed congregation
she writing a mother to her child
goodbye my baby
had it placed in your cold hand
and here's me with tears now for them
of your passing my thoughts nondescript
I shouldn't have been put in that situation
you broke him
she's not with the same beautiful smile
and there goes me remaining cold blooded
I'm still here doing my time under that table
because once I was seven years old
I remember it all.
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