I went to my basement,
I saw my past all happy and free,
But too bad cant go back...because I lost the key,
I guess my past wll just ferment.
I walk towards the first floor,
It had a midnight black door,
I could hear the sounds tears,
And my darkest fears,
But i made it through.
I went to the second floor,
It had sand on the floor,
I was a Marine,
Holding a M16,
I saw two children,
Both were boys,
They were skinny and healthy,
And I saw a woman who's name.....was unknown.
2 comments:
"Ferment," great word choice. You have a strong voice. The last stanza has detail but not too much. My eyes are open.
Ms. Chaloux
Good poem. I like the second floor with the use of tears and fears.
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