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Angela Martin Poem
WHERE THERE SHOULD BE THE PITTER PATTER OF LIL FEET AND BUTTERFLY KISSES THERE IS A COLD SILENCE AND BITTER TEARS,WHEN THERE SHOULD BE EARLY MORNING CARTOONS CERAL SPILLS IN MY BED THERE IS ONLY DARKNESS AND COLD SHEETS, A THEIF CAME IN MY HOUSE AND I NEVER EVEN KNEW I LOOKED HIM IN HIS EYES AND THOUGHT HE LOVED YOU
I TRUSTED HIM WITH YOUR MOMMY AND THOUGHT YOUD BE SAFE I NEVER IMAGINED WE'D BE HERE AT THIS PLACE,A THIEF IN THE NIGHT CAME IN MY HOUSE ONE DAY STEALING YOUR MOMMMYS HOPES AND DREAMS AND LEAVING WITH YOU HE TOOK YOUR PRECIOUS SMILE, AND LAUGHTER TOO, HE TOOK AWAY OUR FUTURE THIS MONSTER IN OUR HOUSE THAT WE NEVER EVEN KNEW! HE USED THE NAME OF GOD AND SPOKE WELL TOO HE WORE A MASK OF KINDNESS THEN ROBBED US THROUGH AND THROUGH, EACH DAY IS FOR EVER LACKING AND WILL NEVER BE THE SAME I SHOULD BE TEACHING YOU TO COUNT NOW AND EVEN SPELL YOUR NAME, I KNOW YOUR IN HEAVEN AND I TRY TO PUSH THROUGH, I WATCH YOUR MOMMY TRY TO FIND HER WAY NOT UNDERSTANDING HOW SHE NEVER KNEW, I KNOW WE HAVE TO MOVE ON SOMEHOW AND APRECIATE THE LIFE WE HAVE LEFT BUT IT JUST GETS SO HARD SOMETIMES WITHOUT YOU IN OUR PATH I PRAY EACH DAY FOR STRENGTH AND PEACE FOR OUR FAMILY THAT MISSES YOU BUT EVERY TIME I SEE A CHILD I WISH IT COULD BE YOU, I WAS BLESSED TO BE YOUR NANA AND I DONT KNOW EXACTLY HOW TO DEAL I SEE FRIENDS WITH THEIR GRANDBABIES AND IT JUST DOESNT SEEM REAL I WISH I COULD WAKE UP FROM THIS TERRIBLE NIGHT MARE, OR EVEN WAKE UP IN HEAVEN CAUSE ATLEAST YOU'LL BE THERE!
Copyright © Angela Martin | Year Posted 2014
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Angela Martin Poem
Its beautiful in the country
dark and empty spaces filled only with trees and crickets in the distance, the black of the night is broken slightly by the the quarter moon and the stars in the clear sky, Then out of nowhere the gentle silence is broken with deep heart throbbing sobs of a heart thats been broken, whaling so loud that it carries echos into the night screeching like ravens in the midst of a storm, clouds erupting and thunder crackin, causing you to jump from your peaceful state wondering how can any pain be felt so deeply and how any living breathing thing can survive such a pain, you listen closely and it fills your ears, you now know the ocean is made from her tears, have you ever wondered what made them diffrent from lakes, it comes from a woman when she finally breaks. rivers of tear drops, sharp pains in her heart, she falls to her knees looking up at the stars, she cant fight it any longer so she gives in to the grief allowing it to consume her praying only for sleep, she cant stand hers knees are to weak her own body betraying her not giving way to peace, she cries out in desperation, Father please I dont understand, God looks down upon her from the heavens above....Your pain is your truth cause to every one in your life you Are Love...
Copyright © Angela Martin | Year Posted 2014
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Angela Martin Poem
I awoke to the dawn,
Dreams of you were gone
Lost in emotion,
No will to go on
I look for your smile,
But you to were gone
As I picture your face,
My heart starts to break
And Im reminded again,
This love was all fake
Silently I scream,
Alone in this fate
Longing for you,
To take this pain away
You said you were here,
You promised you'd stay
And Im broken a lil more,
With each passing day
Copyright © Angela Martin | Year Posted 2014
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