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Join Date: Jul 2002
Location: fl.
Posts: 696
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Standing in front of a house you just set on fire:
My grandparents are the only ones I ever loved, the only ones to love me back.
As I think that line of thought with a blazed eye, staring at a lit shack.
Glass shards by my side, dripped liquor, what caused me to go through with this?
A bad chain of events, with wrong turns leading to a childhood missed.
You see my parents died when I was five, no love for me, only drugs filled their needs
Every night stoned on the town, with no one home to stop and hear my pleas.
They’d stagger in late at night, with no remembrance they had a child
Leaving me crying myself to sleep, while they’re in the kitchen snorting wild.
But it only takes a while, and the drug habit continues and starts to blossom,
Into a parade of overdoses causing death, but to me that just seemed awesome
So not even two weeks later, I find myself staying at my Grandparents home.
No guesses on what has happened, just knowing there’s no more nights alone.
Then hoping for the best, questioning my grandparents if it was death?
They say "yes we‘re sorry," but inside happiness is bursting within my chest.
I finally had a place to live, but after three years, there went those hopes
Because my grandparents got sick, sending them to a center for old folks.
I was sent to a homeless shelter, all of my immediate family erased.
So now I’m here until I’m eighteen, or until I find someway to escape.
I planned out tons of ways to leave this hell, but to no avail it seemed
All my plans were simple minded, or things only possible in dreams.
The hell I endured there was tremendous, no chip lying upon my shoulder.
I was at the bottom of the food chain, left slouching around with a boulder.
From rapping’s, to fist fights, it was an everyday struggle to fight it
But I knew if I could wait till I got out, all my anger? I’d ignite it!
So the day finally arrived, I strolled out the door, no goodbyes or high fives
But instead the words, ”one day I’ll have revenge on everyone of you guys."
So to put things in calm manner, I took a year to relive my past and good times.
Thinking of my grandparents and how there doing, or if there even alive.
So I decided to stop and say hi. But first I had thought of the shelter.
It was a street behind the nursing home, so I could do it on the way.
I had decided the best method was to burn it down with a bottle.
.....Rag out the top, one heave of its neck then put legs in full throttle.
Now with supplies in hand I almost put off my work untill tomorrow
Then reminisced on my parents and grabbed the bottle to drink away sorrows.
Then finally got the nerve to do it, staggered to what seemed like the street
The liquor had got to my head, barely able to stand on my feet.
Sooner then later I was out front, well that appeared to be the case
Chucking the bottle through the window, hearing a-thousand screams in one place.
That memory I’d loved to erase, it was the home were my grandparents resided,
And they were once alive, but now burnt to a crisp, while still sleeping inside it…..
Looks up to the sky, “I’m sorry, I’ll always love you,” Your Grandson.
40 lines, uppin for aqui....good luck!
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07-26-2004, 12:29 AM
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