Moma Come Home

February 6, 2009

I remember the day you left
All I did was take a deep breathe
Now you gone and things are not the same
I went from missing you to now feeling ashame

I call myself crying but my tears won't fall
Maybe it my pride that stand so tall
The people surround don't really care
They just want to be able to say their there

Moma I'm learning right from wrong
I just wish that you could come home
I don't feel the love no more
Its like the devil knockng at my door

Without you moma I'm going insane
It fell like I lost apart of my brain
You was the one I called on for help
So moma come home so I can take my next step

If I have to beg you I will
I will take the punishment for making it a big deal
Momma come hme because my cry is real
Momma come home because I don't like the way depression feel

The author's comments:
When I wrote this poem I was in pain. I was hurting so bad that I didn't know what to do and by you being young and not have any experince in lost depression is something you will face. I felt like I was trapped and didn't know what to do but eventually I learned. I learned how to accept that fact that my momma wasn't home. And that was a lesson that I learned.

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