Guilt
 

He sits alone in his room contomplates the past,
almost hoping it would come back,
so those moments he could grasp,
savor each moment like it was his last,
remote controle cars leave him wanting more,
as time goes by feelings get sore,
Christmas mourning swolen eyes are not from Z's,
but from how he makes him feel inside he squeeze,
the boy is all grown up and says these words with ease,
him and his father have grown apart that he sees,
the boy dispises when his father speaks,
cause when he does he contridicts and puts down,
this has gone on for fifteen years now,
the boy gets the blame for every little thing,
he has come acusstome to the blaspheme,
but some how his father thinks its ok to still do so,
so now feelings have progressed into his own guilt,
and the boy is now a man and these feeling he spills.
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Links coming

... Need one more man.

http://community.rapverse.com/showt...d=1#post2630897
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there now LEAVE FEED....please

this is a good poem. better than my friends poems. good work