Autobiography Poem

October 5, 2011
By volkerd BRONZE, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
volkerd BRONZE, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
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I was the third out of four children

in a big family,
Where music was a daily business:
- my father playing the piano
- my sister singing
- my brother playing the guitar

I learned in life,
That it will never
Be easy.

I listened all day to music,
Because I knew
The music wouldn’t leave me

I had times of trouble,
Pain of losing someone ,
Tears falling, because there is nothing what is worth to smile for ,
screaming, because you aren’t the person they want you to be.
But life went on,
With me or not.

I was scared by the thoughts of death,
Sleepless nights,
But it’s not different,
From the end of a dream.

I felt cold icy tears ,
When I stood before the deep hole,
Where my grandfather should be buried,
on this rainy Sunday.

I have never thought about
the future or present-
stuck in the past.

I am lucky,
Because there is somebody,
Who protects me,
Gives me safety
And leads me the right way.

I live the life
I should live
And it is the life
I want to live

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Peercritique said...
on Apr. 9 2014 at 4:09 pm
Hey I think this piece has poetential, and I personally think it would be a lot stronger if you found a way to use the music as a motif (metaphor which continues throughout the piece) by constructing a refrain based on it.  Try to make the music symbolize something you connect to what you're feeling 

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