I'll be famous.......

Life began badly,
Childhood swaddled in parental hate,
Discarded,
Homeless, helpless……

Life struggled on,
School was an enigma,
Never fitted in
Odd ball, different, sad……

Then a Glimmer of life normal?,
Taken in like a stray,
Never really wanted
Someone’s charity case…..

Life could get better?
Got a job…… lost it.
Got a girl …. who left….
Fading in to insignificance now….

Life is an endless void,
Valued by no one
Like a hand in a pale of water…..
Leaving no impression….

Life should stand for something
Not just; birth, obscurity, death
Someone should remember
You were here once….

Death can send a message
Life failed me, you will listen
If I take the faceless with me….
Ill be famous………

A life worth dying for…..

I'll be famous.......

Karen Wrighton

Joined December 2007

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A poem looking at why Robert Hawkins a 19 year old killed strangers in a shopping mall, He left a suicide note which predicted the atrocity would make him famous, smuggled his semi-automatic rifle into the mall under a sweat shirt before suddenly opening fire. When he finished shooting he turned the gun on himself………

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