The Wild

There is a place,
with oak trees and
cool shadows that
sway and blow with
enchantment. I call1

this2

place home. It's
really not my home
though. Really, not
at all. My home smells
of tobacco and sex,
of spoiled milk and3

old4

people. Oh, how I wish
I lived in the forest. How
I wish I could survive in
the wild, struggling, but
surviving, not a boy, but a5

man,6

not a kid, but not dying.
I wish these dreams were
real, and that the birds
would soar overhead. I
wish that my dad never
shot himself, and that7

he8

hadn't killed my mom.
I wish I'd lived a normal
childhood, instead of living
with a crack addict and his
mother. I wish I could have9

played10

with lego like other kids.
But most of all I wish this
world would just grow up.
Because no matter what
anyone tells you, when
you've been raped, it's
difficult to be yourself.
It's difficult to just be11

one.
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  • tearrsofthemoon
    September 25

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    This is beauitfuly tragic. The emotion is so raw...it speaks such a sad tale. The skill you have to write in such another persons mind is fascinating and wonderful. Great job.


  • SAVAGEshark.
    September 25

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    Simply wonderful man.Great,its a masterpiece.The sentences are put together with seriousness and mature responsibility,and its really suprising that you havent lived this poem.Of course sadness and desperation echoes everywhere.Great Great poem.I'm happy I read it.


  • lavanya
    September 22

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    I wish i could consol you right now...i don't know if this poem is true or not but the emotions and pain i felt while reading it were so strong. I hope this poem is simply a creative idea of your mind ...if it is not then 'be stong Kaven,don't let your sadness take over your personality'..keep smiling


    • Kevan gold member
      September 22

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      Not a true account, but I write from the perspective of someone who is in this situation. I tried to put myself in his mind.

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