Lemons

It may not seem obvious because of how I grit my teeth,

But my emotions run oh so very deep

So deep that at the age of 10 I was loosing sleep.

By 12th grade year I had buried them deep underneath

Drinking beers and smoking green,

Growing hatred for the world as I joined in with the sheep.
Have I forgotten how to love?
Have I forgotten how to weep?
Have I forgotten who I was?
Was I ever truly me?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem had a honest tone. We can see life with hope or hope can be killed off. We can find peace in the drugs and the booze. The poem said a lot. I like the ending. I like poetry that leave the reader with a question. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Valentine]

If one gives in to follow the "sheep" instead of standing on their own feet and going their own way...who can they blame but themselves. Valentine