Voices

Ink lings

I’m so sorry mom and dad, it had to end this way
The pain was more then I could stand, the voices every day
Dad, I give you one last hug, to mom I throw a kiss
To not say that I love you, I would be remiss

It started with a single voice, calling me a nerd
Every day I saw him, his insults would be heard
At first I just ignored him, I’d turn and walk away
But too soon others joined him, much to my dismay

Dad you told me that I should stand up for my rights
But the voices are too many, I couldn’t win those fights
So I drew into myself, avoiding so called friends
To die a little more inside, retreat til each day ends

The principle was told about what I was going through
He politely listened, said not much he could do
However…

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About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I started Oldmainer .wordpress.com as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations, with some poetry thrown in. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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One Response to Voices

  1. quiall says:

    Dear God please never allow another child to go unheard! We must all listen. I weep for a future not realized.

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