I am the dirt in the missing leg
I wonder how long a season of autumn will last
I hear the gunshots being aimed at me
I see blood going down like a stream
I want my death to be memorial
I am the dirt in the missing leg
I pretend I don't care what happens to me
I feel sorrow for those whose have dropped down and down
I touch the knot that is burning my bones
I worry that I won't make it far
I cry tears of pain,but nothing comes out
I am the dirt in the missing leg
I understand that you live life once
I say"-don't kill me, don't; -they can sew it back on"-
I dream that I'll make it, and see my family again
I try not to feel the pain
I hope my blood doesn't run out
I am the dirt in the missing leg
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
I am poem

"I am" Poem
I am the moon, and the stars
I wonder why it's so high above
I hear the night sleep with difficulties
I see the stars pointing at me
I want the darkness to last longer
I am the moon,and the stars
I pretend the sky is my friend
I feel happy when the clouds make me disappear
I touch a hot comet heading my way
I worry if I don't see anyone around me
I am the moon,and the stars
I understand I might not live long
I say sleep tight,and goodnight
I dream that people one day will thank me for leading there way in those dark days
I try to shine,and show my best
I hope everything will be great
I am the moon, and the stars
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