Post by Bree on Aug 6, 2007 13:55:40 GMT -5
Here is a new poem and I know for a fact that the ending is shaky.
Please help!
Two steps to my one
Running to stay within my grasp
Her little pitter-patter of footsteps sound
Uneven with my thump-thumps
Hands grasped tight
Mine engulfing hers
Is very comforting in ways
Even though boogeymen are out tonight
The "shh..we are almost there"
Seems to stop the trembling
Though I can not look in her eyes
I know she is afraid that we are all alone
I stop and kneel
Taking my free hand to lift up her chin
Tears stream down her cheeks
I know how she feels
I can't let myself go
At least not infront of her
"Big sister is a rock, she feels no pain"
I do, but not infront of her
I take her hand, once again
And I walk a little faster
Her sniffles echo in the alleys
Darkness is not our friend
A breath of wind rolls across the trees
The houses seem to be closing in
The cat calls for "business" get louder
"Take you in for 100$, you see?"
I sling little sister on my back
Telling her "don't look back" and "hold on"
I burst out running; across the street we go
The screams for business get louder; they never cut me slack
I run across unfamilar shops
But I reconginze the streets
I grew up here; I know what's been done
When bullets fly and little brother drops
"Death has a sense of humor"
That is what they told on the first day
But I grew up to fast
I know what is the truth and what is rumor
The memories of every night
Torturing us, having their ways
I have the scars to prove it; though her skin is bare
She hasn't been through it yet; she was with the light
I know what they have done in the past
To people that escape and try to go back
To their old lives and forgotten families
That is why I got to make this last
"One more block" I whisper
Not knowing if she could hear
All I know is that I put my life on the line
Just to hold and protect my sister
We arrive just as they close the doors
They place us in the back rooms
I put her down, yet I hold her tight
Not caring that both of our bodies are sore
They gave us new lives to lead
Yet I can't erase the paranioa
Or hide the scars
Even though we are long gone and have been freed
We both have fake names,
Ages; a new place to live
The memories may haunt us
But our love is the same
Please help!
Two steps to my one
Running to stay within my grasp
Her little pitter-patter of footsteps sound
Uneven with my thump-thumps
Hands grasped tight
Mine engulfing hers
Is very comforting in ways
Even though boogeymen are out tonight
The "shh..we are almost there"
Seems to stop the trembling
Though I can not look in her eyes
I know she is afraid that we are all alone
I stop and kneel
Taking my free hand to lift up her chin
Tears stream down her cheeks
I know how she feels
I can't let myself go
At least not infront of her
"Big sister is a rock, she feels no pain"
I do, but not infront of her
I take her hand, once again
And I walk a little faster
Her sniffles echo in the alleys
Darkness is not our friend
A breath of wind rolls across the trees
The houses seem to be closing in
The cat calls for "business" get louder
"Take you in for 100$, you see?"
I sling little sister on my back
Telling her "don't look back" and "hold on"
I burst out running; across the street we go
The screams for business get louder; they never cut me slack
I run across unfamilar shops
But I reconginze the streets
I grew up here; I know what's been done
When bullets fly and little brother drops
"Death has a sense of humor"
That is what they told on the first day
But I grew up to fast
I know what is the truth and what is rumor
The memories of every night
Torturing us, having their ways
I have the scars to prove it; though her skin is bare
She hasn't been through it yet; she was with the light
I know what they have done in the past
To people that escape and try to go back
To their old lives and forgotten families
That is why I got to make this last
"One more block" I whisper
Not knowing if she could hear
All I know is that I put my life on the line
Just to hold and protect my sister
We arrive just as they close the doors
They place us in the back rooms
I put her down, yet I hold her tight
Not caring that both of our bodies are sore
They gave us new lives to lead
Yet I can't erase the paranioa
Or hide the scars
Even though we are long gone and have been freed
We both have fake names,
Ages; a new place to live
The memories may haunt us
But our love is the same