Poetry of Life Poet Kyla Hagedorn

Poetry of Life Poet

Home

Child walks down to the rivers edge
and looks out as far as she can see
and draws each breath as if it were her last
and wipes away the tars across her sleeve
She can see where the river crawls into the sea
like a baby into it's mothers care
The innocence is so wasted
and look at the child with the dream in her eyes
holding it deep inside her
Thinking about and searching for a home
So much anger so deep inside
She didn't think that there was anything wrong
with wanting a life that she could call her own
How could I explain? You would not want o hear
You would not listen if I talked anyway
for you were to weighed down with your own fears
look at the child with the dream in her eyes...
looking for a home.

by Kyla Hagedorn

Vote 4 Us!
Please vote daily to keep up the ratings.

Close this page