The mass it's back
The chemo waste of time.
They tell me nonsense, noise
I stop listening six months I hear the Dr. say
Get my affairs theres no order
Say my goodbyes to who?
I know loss my life-long friend
Fragments of broken thoughts
Time there is none left
I see I am going home.
This poem was extremely hard to do. My dad passed away December of '09, I was 17 years old and it was one of the worst moments of my life. Writing this poem made me think about what was going on in his head and I imagine this is how his thoughts were. Fragmented and kind of detached.
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Final Portfolio
PoetryMy name is Shelby Baughman and this is my final portfolio. A little about myself; I love to read and write but I'm not too good at the writing bit. There are poems of mine that reflect my thoughts and past experiences, and some are random words stru...
