Teardrops have a purpose Some none can explain Could it be a memory? Or physical pain? Teardrops are shed On my light pale face As I hug my mom Very tightly to embrace The impact came hard And it was all a blur But to wake and see I wasn’t with her I crawl out, scraping my arm Bleeding easily but not too bad As my dad busted out with his alcohol I could see that he was mad ‘This car is worthless’ He would yell and scream The taillight broken And the headlight just one beam There she was All scared and shaking I could see in her face This was not any faking Her hand reached out And her soft touch Brushed down my face ‘I love you so much’ The police came to take my dad For some known reason called DUI They said ‘sorry but you’re coming with us’ That’s what you get dad, for being so high Mom lied there Troubled breathing She felt so much pain Her hands trembling ‘Live for me and live alive’ was the last words she said before mom had died
Wonderful use of emotions through imagery, and the flow was very well done. You focused on not making this a dark poem but a serious one and it works well. This is one of the better poems i've read in a long time good job.
Thank you very much. I try to keep some poems stuff that happens in real life and something that could be avoided. It's like a life lesson and how much it can really hurt someone.
