Poetry Helps Heal The Wounds.....
A Tribute...Been awhile......
It was a long time ago
I saw the twinkle in your eye
And your wide glowing smile
Like as if you knew
That you belonged on Angel Avenue.
Your highs were high
And your lows were low
One never knows how deep it goes
The smiles manic and the eyes so wide
Was it happiness or an act of pride.
One time you were king
And then the world took a swing
Like at the many others before you
Who knew that their time was done.
I only wish that I could have saved you
But no one can save someone from themselves
I have known others like you
That fought the storm and lost their shirts
But never found the deeper hurt.
Somehow they are still standing
And fighting off the devil
At a whole other level
Like the storm in your head
And the hurricane that left you dead.
My Life And Poetry
Since my mothers death at the age of eight years old, I often wrote poetry to heal my wounds and express the pain that I felt as a child who couldn't cry.
This served as a release and I still do it to this day. There is a lot of sadness out there now and I pray every day that others do not "give up." The entertainment industry is very difficult and the pressures are intense especially after you succeed at such a high level. I will write more about this in a future hub.
- ARE U CLEAN
Are U Clean? Are you clean as your neighbor The one who sweeps the floor Or are you hiding in your shelter From the glowing uniform Did you forget your birthday Or just forget the time Does it seem...