Poem -

My Boy

My Boy

Lives with dead dreams

And mine have died too.

My Boy

Lives life at the bottom of a bottle

And mine is awash with his pain.

My Boy

Was going to be a Fireman, a Train Driver,

Or a Rock Star

And I was going to be a good Mother

My Boy is out of reach,

Out of chances, out of time

And I can't reach through his addiction,

Give anymore chances.

My Boy and Me,

We're both out of time...

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Jason Brown

Powerful, evocative and heart-wrenching. It obviously comes from a deep well of pain and suffering; but you've taken that and used it to create an artwork.
Of course I'm not saying that writing poetry will change your world...but it may ease your journey through it...just a little.

Welcome to Cosmofunnel.

J ;)

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terry terri ZO

HIT A VERY SAD NOTE--FOR ME POETRY COMES FROM THE HEART AND EXPERIENCE-

SOLID EMOTION -THANKS

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