A Child of the Heap

I am nothing but a child of the heap
Shattered heart, a broken start to life
And as I’ve grown all I’ve known is fear
A hollow hole, an empty tear

Locked inside your sky high tower
If you let me down I can prove to you
I am worthy, I can be good

But shame on me, for not have seen
All that’s been done here
Make shift pillow I rest my head
Sullen blanket, mocking all I wish I could have said

At least I can see the clouds
Concealing the stars from their light lit prowl
As I fall into dreamless sleep
Hope to wake with someone next to me

I am nothing but a child from the brunt of life
Beating heart, but not much else inside
And as I’ve grown all I’ve known is what I’ve seen
A well played game, a stifled dream


d-faith-k

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This was spurr of the moment, I cannot tell you what compelled me to write this. I’m kinda glad I did, it explains me pretty well. Though most of you who actually read it probably won’t get all the metaphors that mean something to me.

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