Sy Redemption

Dad, Dad, coming home! I won’t be alone! Dad, Dad, coming home! He will bring a bone! Thump, thump goes my tail! Wagging on the floor! Thump, thump goes my tail! He’ll walk through the door! Spin, spin all around! Whining for the key! Spin, spin all around! He’s coming for me! Click, Click Dad…

Pop, A child falls down Pop, There’s no turning back around. Pop, The game has become too real, Pop, We don’t know how to feel. Pop, The cops are waiting outside, Pop,  There’s no place now to hide. Pop, A mom jumps over the gate, Pop, But, oops, mom is too late.

“Sometimes we long for simplicity” Words spoken by my professor. I want to write a simple poem, a meaningless poem, but how do I do that when I overthink everything? Oh well.

I found you lying on the pavement at midnight, I raced out of my car hoping you were still alright. Poor sweet little Beth. For two hours you laid there, run over in cold blood, Still so young like a flower to bloom, a little bud. Poor sweet little Beth. Abandoned, forsaken, without a home…