Like a drunken sensation overtaking the body
It controls every emotion
Every thought
Every move
Like your brain is turned off
You move on instinct
You’ll whip and thrash
Till your body feels like trash
You suck up all pride
Keep it bottled up
Explode like a bomb
Till you want time to end up
All that words are
That may seem like everything once
Are just jumbled letters that someone thought up
Who can dream?
If life is hell
And will end up soon
Who can forgive?
When life’s screwed cause of them
Who can live?
When life’s a joke
Who can’t stop?
Cause of A Child Called “It”.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
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9 comments:
Love your poem!!! bri
I know u love me
Its pretty good. I like the refrence to a child called "it"
ya i liek your poem. heyy Caitlyn!!
hey bri!!!
Is this a reference to the book (A Child Called It)?
Good poem, but I don't really understand the reference at the end (maybe I'm just slow this late at night :D)
Yeah, it was written after I finished "A Child Called 'It'" so that is the reference at the end
Whats a drunken fury?
i, sort of just came to that because, david pelzer, who wrote the autobiography, said his mother was always drunk. that and how sh was just mean, got me to that title
I like it alot!
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