Woe is Me

Tue, 07/30/2013 - 21:38 -- Eryca.Z

 

Woe is me, 

 

I see Grammy getting older as she sleeps all day. 

My mom stressed more than ever because she works all day. 

Daddy is getting out prison in a few days. 

My uncle letting me see my baby cousin again so we play. 

 

But even that doesn't brush the pain away. 

Because I still have pain from the last time.  

It’s always going to be there for the rest of my lifetime. 

I guess I can but it aside in meantime.

 

So maybe it should be woe betide you. 

Because we both know that's true. 

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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