Poem -
Hereditary
I remember when I was just a boy
I'd lay awake at night thinking about dying
It was scary I didn't want to
I couldn't clear my head, I'd fall asleep trying
I'd tell god and Jesus that I loved them
Over and over in my head
And hoped each morning I'd be alive
Another day I wasn't dead
I always thought that I was strange
Did people really do this?
It was all to baffling
I was very young and felt clueless
But it must not be as weird as I thought
It seems hereditary
Because my son just called me in his room
And he said these things to me
By LukeCoomer (c)
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Comments
Cherie
it did seem to em to give him comfort and even though I lost my faith growing up I see it strong in him, so I told him about me at his age then I went on to add that it's a far way off like my mother told me. Then I told him who knows by the time he's old he might be able to put his brain in a robot and with his imagine he dreamt he dreamt of being a robot lol so hopefully I helped him out lol
-luke-