Waiting Poem by christian guice

Waiting



As i wake up i look at the sky waiting, waiting for a better dayz sacred of my life becuase of past tortured.

sometimes wishing i could have what the other kids had when i was young never having a life in which i life my life in others crying was a lil one wishing about my mother.

Waiting i can't wait when all badness will end seeing hate become greater man becomes lovers of them self.


i remember whem kids made fun of me got pick on made fun of nobody never even like me i remember going to mom crying ans she just brush me a side.


Runing away from my past fears in life becuase hate was so hard to get over.

I keep waiting becuase this world isn't for me wonder if anyone feel my pains if it's goes threw the same viens.


i remember looking out side at the other kids play and i couldn't i remember when i wanted to tick or treating and i couldn't i cry and plea it with them but still i couldn't.


Waiting for the world to heal it's self were we all come together doe matter about what race u is or color or ethic groups.


i remember playing with my friend and his mom said don't play with them kinds of people and how hurt i was, sitting back looking at the sky asking why.

Waiting were i give up my life so other can eat so others can live on not having the things a went threw.

i remember when life was good when family came together and i was so so happy but still deep down inside i was still hurting.


as i sitt here alone i am waitig, waiting for a better world were people wont judge u by the way u look or act or do only god can judge u.

i remember going all threw life trying to prove something to people but they still denieds me.

i going back when i lost something i love and it was gone and i sit there and just cry and cry becuase only them was there for me the thing i love the most have died and i felt i didn't have no where to go.

As i dreams of the things i wish i could have done or have and life as having dreams of death and lonelyness and thats all i see in this world.

Waiting there we can give back for everybody where people want be killing there own kind

As i pray and sit here alone i still be Waiting...............



Christian Guice

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