hotel
Learn more about other poetry terms
i am not a hotel. don’t pack your bags only to stay a week or twodon’t come to me only when you need somewhere to get away from everythingi am not a hotel.i am a home.let me be your home.
This poem is directed towards my eldest brother... who has been on a heavy drug addiction for the past year. He has a 5 year old son who he barely sees and has got himself in a lot of trouble with the law.
Hour Glass of Tracks
Is it because me and my gurl dropped out
Our sophmore year of high school, for
becoming 16 yr. parents?
Was it us taking that risk?
Or was it life we decided to miss?
My images were distorted,
a played out fiction book of torn pages and darken memories.
A scripture that I will never forget,
Always dreaming, always wishing
Wishing apon a shooting star
Star bright lead me to the light
Light that helps me see the future
Future so far but yet so close
Close enough to become a manager
He makes promises
that are well kept and groomed
and I don’t forget about them
awarding him with credibility;
closing my eyes to any negativity
about him.
Nothing is definite,
