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I Pray
I lay silently in my tent
Three knives on my chest
Praying, hoping, wishing
That the lighting would stop
The beating of this broken heart
The storm hits my tent with
Full force, natures fury unleased
My tent just a casualty
I stare at the tents ceiling
The raindrops dark against
The bloodred fabric
And I accept my failures
Accept that I feel too much
Care all too much for them
My mother would cry if I died
My father would weep as well
My stepmother would cry too
My siblings would sob for me
But why can't they love me now...
Why do people care only when we die?
Three knives on my chest
Praying, hoping, wishing
That the lighting would stop
The beating of this broken heart
The storm hits my tent with
Full force, natures fury unleased
My tent just a casualty
I stare at the tents ceiling
The raindrops dark against
The bloodred fabric
And I accept my failures
Accept that I feel too much
Care all too much for them
My mother would cry if I died
My father would weep as well
My stepmother would cry too
My siblings would sob for me
But why can't they love me now...
Why do people care only when we die?
Published 27th Jul 2016
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27th Jul 2016 3:17am
27th Jul 2016 4:12am
27th Jul 2016 12:02pm
you end the poem on a million dollar question, why all the outpouring of love after the person than before when he/she's there with them all the time? I believe that hidden love is just like water under the earth that is always there and comes out as springs when the pressure's too much... it's a universal human nature i guess not expressing the love in time- no doubt your parents love you unconditionally but won't express it as often, perhaps they feel you know already how much they love you..your ink is moving BBGirl!
