The voices echo around
Bounce off the nerve endings
Hurt so much
Constant ridicule
Constant sneers.
Derision is your friend
Satire and scorn your parentage
Taunting and mockery your kin
But it is wearing thin.
The voices echo around
Bounce off the nerve endings
Pain, difficult to endure
Constant ache
Constant tears.
Anarchy is my friend
Turbulence and pandemonium cover my skin
I know I will NOT echo in my child's mind
A free spirit now, I WIN!
ok, i'm in a hurry to add poems to Feb.2017 Section B, so even though my earlier comment showed my uncertainty about this poem, i NOW shall use it. thanks. and good for you turning around bad habits endured in a previous generation. i'll let the readers decide, if anyone reads it. i hope they do. bri :)
after reading the poem and topic of the poem, i thought you may have been recalling your abused childhood. well, maybe not YOU. but at the last stanza, especially its second line, i hesitated, uncertain. are you saying things will be different between 'you' and 'your' child; you (or whoever the speaker is) has broken away from the abuses you suffered and shall not cause the same harm to befall your child? ? if this were more clear to me, i'd put it in the August showcase, but let me look at others. bri :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
how did you become a free spirit, i wonder. hmm? bri :) ;)