FIND MY TEEN
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
On a path to trouble
Kicking the rubble
Fighting the dust
Anger is a must
Lost all trust
Against the world
Words so bold
Love is gold
Flames are freely given
No coins to pay for heating
It’s barbaric
A right to electric
Wasted water
Flesh they slaughter
Without a care
A forgotten word, is share
If it’s fixed, then tare
No longer they know the term dare
As there are no boundaries
It’s the same in all countries
All of the families
Rich and poor
Let’s take a tour
A teen’s perspective
No one is respected
Everything is expected
For free as well
Or they make your life hell
A perfect child
So meek and mild
Woke up one day
A shell as my boy went away
Who possessed him?
And what did he do with my Son
The old lad who knew fun
Laughed and loved
Respected those he didn’t know
In his eyes there was a glow
Now ice blue
These words are so true
An alien stands before me
I reach out
But he can’t see
I try not to shout
Though he screams at me
Words he uses I
wouldn’t have dared
If I even knew them I would be scared
I hope one day I will be reunited
With my Son again
That will truly make me excited
Just tell me when?
Oh, and how
To find my teenager in that crowd
Copyright Fiona Cummings 2015
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