The Wanderer

This poem explains itself.

Forced to wander the streets alone

With no place to call home

Memories of the past

Flooding my mind with misery

 

Mama, Papa screaming

Back and forth

A never ending battle

My brother Sam holding on tight

To my hips in the corner

Of the blackened room

Papa lashed out

A gun in hand

One shot Two

Mama was dead

 

Sam and I on the run

Trying not to be killed by

The silver gun

Papa running like a wolf

Hunting for it's dinner for the night

A station down the block

Feet not touching the ground anymore

All was over from there

 

Sam's grip loosed from me

Seperated

His face fading from my mind

Now I wander these streets alone

Remebering misery's past of home

 

The Wanderer

Author's Note

Anything goes

Reviews

[V. Lucien Maier]

Excellent, great scene played out. It would be a wonderful base for a story. You have talent for pacing an action scene, and informing background through out good work

[Lunar Lightning]

Nice job, though I do hope it is just a story...

Luna

[Soul Writer]

Ooh I like the new line choice, gives it a reminicing(can't spell that) touch...Love it!

[Soul Writer]

I really liked it-the poem had a good flow and the story was very well told.
One thing; I didn't really think the line "Yes we were indeed" really fitted. It seemed to almost add a comical edge that I didn't think quite fitted. Maybe you could change it to something like "His face fading from view" or something. Just a suggestion :) And I really did like it.