Couldn’t
Oh God I am
At my limit
Rivers too wide
I can’t swim it
Too many hurdles
To jump over
Will he ever
Be sober
Why do I make
Him so mad
What’s wrong
Shouldn’t he be glad
Myself I am
A fine young man
Why in the world
Doesn’t he understand
Trying truly just
To somehow make it
Why take my heart
And break it
Wanting to be
A good person
How do things
Somehow worsen
Needing to be
Loved and nurtured
Not wanting to
Wind up butchered
Always having to
Taste more blood
It’s like a river
Fixing to flood
Blood the only
Thing I can taste
A little life
What a waste
I made it
Most said I wouldn’t
Because I tossed out the
The word couldn’t
Rodney Timms, Author
March 16, 2012
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