Abducted
My world will crash.
A victim to bash.
I felt like trash.
Losing custody happened that fast.
To Colorado we would dash.
The police took her away in a flash.
I hate my low life past.
My luck has always sucked.
It would take a miracle.
You won't find it in a cracker jack box.
Or a bowl of cereal.
Or Pet rocks or teddy bears that talk.
Nothing good ever comes easy.
I try not to be needy.
👁 4💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.