poems

A nice lad but led astray
Grandad says "he did not used to be this way,
there's nothing for the youth today,
you need to get a grip before it's too late"
He doesn't realise the cannabis haze
that makes his Grandchild lost for days,
Going to school is the least of his worries,
it's all about the weed, the escape with his buddies

He sits in front of a screen, life flashing before him
by distractions he is dreaming
there is no real reason or logical meaning
except for the fear from those that are terrorising.
Scared to go out or even look up
no words to say just silently stuck

Beauty trapped and caged
alone and unwell at such a young age
cradling her unborn child
finding it hard to produce a smile
abandoned to face new life on her own
removed from friends and all her plans torn

Making choices, facing fears, helping wipe away the tears
Giving options finding hope, positive veiws to help them cope

Beautiful sunsets, stars and faces.
Distraction help me to escape this.
Sleep, food, prayer and songs help my days to carry on.

MF