Shavona Na

This poem is written by a dear friend of mine with a touch of my magic dust

Shavona she's a beautiful girl,

I've watched her pain and her mother hurl,

An amazing soul!

Remember the days bowl after bowl,

Sometimes we think the terror would never end.

The fussing and fighting and we still were friends.

The sirens would roll up and take her away,

How that was my fear every f****n' day!

Surprised that they never caught us,

quicker then them we never made a fuss.

We always got back in,

Mother in bed,

Or screaming like she's dead,

What she called honey, we knew as monster.

I've watched him be cunning as he sits there and taunts her.

They wonder why ,

I watch her bleed ,

The scars that's half of what you see.

Here's my lines,
I bleed them out.
Here's my scars,
I left them there to shout.
Blood will fall upon this page.
... No longer in this f*****g cage!
They can all laugh at me!
I'll be gone by morning,
I'll fly by the moonlight,
I'm outta sight no more fight,
guess this is the path I have chosen,
I try to, but I have fell frozen

They always say that I've failed

Others say I've gone off the rail ,
not looking back upon such fights,
Under this sky follow the moonlight,
Such a guide
As I try to hide.
I'll never find my way home,
but I’m sure as hell I'll make it on my own.

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Reviews

[Laura Maidah]

I liked your poem. I like your eye color. I like everything but the lowercase "i" in the last line. The others are in caps. Was it intentional? Poetry should be consistent.