he was a good child
know respect and love

mom got sick and died
he was just seventeen

dad is more withdrawn
comes home tired or drunk

he turns twenty no job
and limited education

heard the military recruiting
applied and get recruited

two years past he wanders
about the street

begging for food and things
dragging his prosthetic legs

he stumble past as others
sneered

he vividly recalls he had dreams
once to be someone rich and kind

now they are memories like
his long lost mum

life had gripped so hard
on him

that he reaped the worst

There's a cloud over my brain.
The haze keeps sadness from causing a storm.
But this fog blocks out my ability to feel happiness and to enjoy the sun.
The overcast makes it so I don't feel anything.
I wish the weatherman would say it'd storm one day so that maybe I could see the sun again.

Cover up the pain.
Help calm my brain.
So my thoughts slow.
No one can know.
My sadness has been slain.

Lost and not found
I can feel myself fading
With you not around
I can feel my heart aching

Sights and sounds
I can hear myself breaking
My hands are bound
My time is slowly wasting

I was in the clouds
My love for you was soaring
We hid in the crowds
To keep some from knowing

Then you pulled me down
A love forever lasting
I slammed to the ground
My heart truly smashing

Scattered all about
Pieces not worth saving
It was then and now
Emptiness enslaving

With you not around
I can feel myself breaking
Lost and not found
I can see myself fading

© 2019 Michael Messinger(All rights reserved)

I don't wear long sleeves. I'm not afraid of the judgment. I'm not a bad person for that ways that I've tried to **** my sadness.

she tasted the dryness of her   blood by mistake.
and she realized that her veins were fake.

she walked towards the red lake.
to commit suicide!
while  she found that the water was flake.

the death was  rusty,
like a rotten big cake
that will never digest
Within the body of snake

That settled in her nightmare
And keeps her terror awake.