Writing I haven't done a poem in a while, so....

[Charles]

[size=1]A dark mask lowers over his eyes
There are no tears to dry, no tears left to cry
Wished he knew his father's face, not just his name
Wished his mother loved him just the same

Mom had been turning tricks since she was sixteen years old
Five to seven a night, twenty-five dollars a throw
Stabbed, raped, stomped, kidnapped, beaten up, leading a life so cold
Never learned to ride a bike or jump rope, had a son she could never hold.

Gangs were his family, the street was home
They didn't live, they struggled, hanging from a splitting rope
Drug posses carve up the streets, outgunning police with Uzis and Glocks
Now silence hangs over him, it's almost too much to cope
Silence only punctuated by boat whistles and hissing junkies running his pockets for dope.

Two-thirds of his world have collapsed or burned
Going to Sunday Mass to look for cookies
and blinding stray dogs are the only lessons he's learned.
Row houses, gutted factories, and boarded shops are what he had known
Aimlessly wandering on a graveyard for other peoples' problems was a life he'd earned.

The night's bitter hands brushed over his face
Along with painful memories so thick, he couldn't brush them away
He has seen four friends die in drug wars
Now his own epitaph would be added to graffiti murals
adorning walls of vacant lots and abandoned stores.

It could happen to anybody and now it was his time
No more coping in a desolate nest of cruelty and crime
He lie amongst cigarette butts, glass shards and ash
He was no longer scared, no longer in pain
His body stopped trembling he lie perfectly still, brutally slain

Happiness was something he had known so little of
He had already spent fifteen years in hell
so he stared, eyes fixed on the twinkling heavens above
Whispering again and again "God, please take me home and give me your love."[/size]

[Luminaire]

Dark...but very well written. I like it. You should write poetry more often. I love the last stanza, sweet and sad. 10/10 in my opinion.

~Lumi~ :)

[Roxie Faye]

[color=#9933ff]You're right Charles. It does define horrible. I should give that to mich. Give her a taste of horrible.

I do think it's a very well written poem, and a nice rhyming scheme, but it's sad, too. Very sad. That he had nothing at all. Nothing to live for. I sincerely hope this isn't based off someone you know.[/color]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]Of course, there's only one thing missing from this. A little unrequited love. Then again, that would be even worse.[/COLOR]