Dark Times: Poetry & Audio Performance / Ryan S. Garcia
Poem 1 (Based off Oliver Twist)
Half awake, half asleep
My ribs are touching, my stomach's growling
I need food, I need meat
Don't these people know I'm dying? See me starving?
Crumbs in water is what they call supper
Extreme thoughts about roasting my fellow brother that lays in slumber
These nightmares, these thoughts rattle my brain in the dark of each night
As I sit and wonder is this really my life?
All because I'm a bastard with no mother in sight
Poem 2 (Based off Jane Eyre)
Who am I?
Am I a painter?
A teacher?
Or maybe a seamstress while balancing a baby as I manage to spruce up the house?
Hmmm . . . when I put it like that I sound like a master of arts
But really in my eyes I'm just a woman with pain in her heart
As I realize in the eyes of a male I'm just a tool in their life
Poem 3 (Based off Oliver Twist)
This gruel is making me drool
Moans and groans from my stomach sound like a ghoul is out there haunting
Last night little Ricky never shuffled, never turned
He was only six years of age with no power in his veins
Oh how I wish they gave us some real supper to eat
These monsters, they keep us shriveled and ill
But we're the evil ones that don't belong in this world
As I lay here in bed I feel death is watching
He is in the chair across the room . . . I am very scared
As I fight and I fight to hold onto life I feel his cold stiff hands covering my eyes
Without a cry or a yell . . . my eyes are suddenly pulled shut . . .
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