You'd think, you'd think the sun would rise,
You'd fall asleep and shut your eyes.
The moon would fall. -Fall, fall,
As the sun would stand for all, all.
You'd think in the morning you'd wake up.
Your mom to make your food.
You'd take it all for granted,
Until your life subdued.
Moms not in the kitchen,
It's still too dark outside.
A bloody knife is on the floor,
You slowly shut your eyes.
Is mommy in the bathroom?
Is she lying on the floor?
A pool of blood beside her,
She couldn't take it anymore.
You know she's dead already,
As you run to get the phone,
As you dial just 3 numbers,
You run away from home.
You're sitting on the sidewalk,
As the screaming engines roar.
Now Mommy's in the hospital,
On the very lowest floor.
When she asked where Mommy was,
The nurse, she only shrugged.
Nurse told her she was sleeping,
And would not be waking up.
Next time you go to sleep, sleep,
Don't let your mommy weep, weep,
Tell her it will be alright,
And that she'll make it through the night.
2006-12-17
08:25:19
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2006© Kate Steinberg
2006-12-17
08:25:46 ·
update #1
It's really weird. I'm 13, pretty happy, and I write emotional, sad poems. When I was on the first verse I was like, "Awesome! I'm writing a happy poem! " Then I was like, crap! lol
2006-12-17
08:31:24 ·
update #2
I've written over 50 poems, and NO! Thank g-d none are true!
2006-12-17
08:33:43 ·
update #3