poetry

= Life =

There once was a family filled with love and care, But now no longer can that be shared. Laughs and cries of joy and fun, Are no longer around, gone, and done.

Life's too short to live like this, The tears and cries will not be missed. Beaten, sworn, and torn to the ground, Our faces will be scorn into a frown.

For once it stops, but only for a moment, To pick up again on the spot and become worse with absolutely no enjoyment. Frightened and scared with no opening to turn, Lost and alone just waiting to burn.

Memories remembered are torn and broken, All words make you feel horrendous when they are spoken. Leaving, going far away, Never to return to listen to the trees begin to sway.