I've always felt 
neglected
From all of the sh** 
I've dealt with, 
How could I except 
your help with the
problems that I've sheltered, 
From a kids height, 
I Never forget about them nights, 
Searching the house fordim lights
so I can pencil in my thoughts
of what's wrong & then write(right) , 
All that's missing, 
I was alone & seeked attention 
cause no soul ever seemed to listen
no one home to see my existence, 
Now I roam inside these ink pens
Ive chose to speak through writtens
that leaks inside this composition, 
Its my newest edition to
fuel my future into existence, 
Abused into a ruthless kid, 
From rude & truant into a student 
with perfect attendance &
Been that way every day since                
 
                    A nice atmosphere for poetry. You may like to read my poem, Poetic Sense-1. Thanks
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I Never forget about them nights, Searching the house for dim lights so I can pencil in my thoughts Now I roam inside these ink pens fuel my future into existence, with perfect attendance. A very fine poem. You end the poem with such a positive thought, that the reader smiles with you.. thank you very much for sharing.. tony