Foster Child Poem by Sarah Gray

Foster Child



foster child

While other people watch the sun-set,
I think about the spankings ill get
I’m a foster child and I don’t have any friends,
Sitting, waiting, watching life ‘till it ends.
Id love to die, drowned, or chokes,
I wonder if ill be forgiven for the vase I broke.
I had a good life
Once upon a time
Now I dive to the ground
Just for a dime.
I hate my parents for leaving me like that
But at their picture is all I look at
I do not know what I did to deserve this
I feel even worse for my dead brother Chris.
I’m mad at god for this horrible crime
It makes me so sick
It even makes me rhyme
I hate that no one cares and the fact that no one calls
If I die tomorrow no one would care at all
I can’t listen to music, or talk on the phone
It seems so bad that to tragedy,
I’m afraid, I’m prone
I see it now; I see the light, yes
It is my time to die
I have to say that I am glad
And that is not a lie.
Goodbye

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dana Vespa 03 May 2008

Sarah, if this is about you, give your life more time, it does get better.

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Sarah Gray

Sarah Gray

Winter Springs florida
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