March Poem
These tears fall like
two race cars, down a drag strip
This emptiness, life less, inside and out
Alone, without a doubt
Abandoned, like a tiny pond
How do I hold strong?
Where do I belong?
Suicide is a an answer
to contemplate on,
But what if I answer wrong?
Do I continue to let
these tears fall like rain,
Accept my pain with hate,torture and in God’s name
But what would I gain?
Who do I really hate,
And where do I hold my faith
Do I play it safe
And hold my tears inside
Or do I explode and expose my life like a show.
I don’t know
But my friends haven’t accepted my woes and they are now my foes
Where did they go?
To someone who is not as hurt and alone.