Description: I wrote this about 2 weeks after my 15th birthday. sigh.. again this is about my family and what may come out of the near future.. about worries I have and long to not have them...
The Unknown -------------------------------------------
When on the road
I look at the houses that pass us by
I imagine the families insde
The people inside are nothing like
The people in my family
The families inside those houses
Are nothing like my family
The trees are so alive
In front of these house
That pass us by
Yet inside of me I am not
My soul has been killed
For emotionly I have out done myself
I am tired and weak inside
The pain I've went threw
And the pain I'm going threw
Makes me leary
To what my surroundings are
Life is not the same
For tomorrow is unknown
And its taken all this for me to acknowlege this (the unknown)
As the same for my future
Tomorrow may come
And I may not be here
The things I worry about
Is something I wish I didn't have to...
But I have been given no choice..
Wow! As I was reading this, in the begining, I wasn't too sure where this was going. Like "Are you comparing your life because you think it's much greater or much worse?" It was sort of a shock when I got to "Yet inside of me I am not, My soul has been killed" I love the contrast in that. This poem is somewhat suspensful, the way you described how you never know what could happen in the near future, and the hopelessness of making things better, so you won't have to worry anymore. Very dark, I love it.
ur a lil diffrent from alot of poetry i have read.. u get a lil deeper but then again u dont reach the extent i think u are but u keep me wondering... but then again i understand what your'e trying to say.. this is hott i like this 1 alot.. nice work .. keep it up