I can feel the rhythm of my pain
It resides deep within my brain
I wish that I could set it free
It stems from my family tree
My Mom, she was a little insane
She passed to me all of her pain
My Dad, he was humble and meek
Never much did he ever speak
One of my brothers was a big shot
Always talked about what he had got
My other brother found a way to ease his pain
He was always drunk and high on cocaine
My little sister, she died when she was five
I am the only one who recalls she was once alive
I know my faults, and they are so many
There is no one I know who hasn't got any
I know that my pain is inherently so
I will take it to my grave when I soon go
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I’m sorry
The struggles of mental illness and addiction within the family unit is so difficult. I do believe some tendencies are inherited. I also believe we learn or develop behaviors. I’m sorry to hear of the tragic loss of your sister. That must have been incredibly difficult on you and your family. I’m glad you’ve got writing to help. Showing your vulnerability is a very good means of coming to terms with yourself on a great many internal struggles.
It’s a sad poem but it’s a very good poem,
Tim
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Thanks Tim. If I didn't have writing I do not know what I would do
Family Tree
Good morning,
I am always impressed with the simplicity of your poetry, your direct, easy style, the way you choose the exact words for clarity - and you do it all in rhyme without stretching logic or meaning. I, too, am glad you have your writing. It benefits you, and all who read it.
Thank you,
L
Thanks
Thanks for the kind words
I can only echo...
the others. You have such a directness of bringing your pain to the reader. Like no less than a few of our members, you have chosen writing as a means for salvation. I hope that it brings some peace of mind, to know that you have reached us, and we try to understand. Thank you ~ Geezer.
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Thanks
Thanks Geezer