Father, Mother Poem by iesha wilborn

I am suffering, father, mother where are you?
I lie here with pain to bare any shoes to care.
I walk barefooted all the time to fill the pain through my body not my soul, I have a roof aove my head but all it does is put a smile upside down to shame.
I welcomed my mother and father into my life, but somehow their never there.
Shall I call or shall I wait.
My mind is not strong.
What shall I do?
I have a roof above my head, somehow a life, but it continues to stand still, the only thing that's moving is me, sad isn't it?
tears shall not fall,
my head shall not drop.
What more can I expect there's no choice inside of my voice.
10/06/08