Read my poem "born again"?

Question

You say you love the baby

Her little bitty baby form

You say the things I want to hear

And yet I am not pleased

You said you loved me, baby

Like you could never love another

And somehow now I find myself

Strewn upon this garbage heap

The looking glass can’t see the past

It’s too late for you now

And though you were justified to have tried,

I’ve detached myself from the umbilical cord

Another night, and nightmares plague me

Of how you left me with my weeping

And the knowledge of what’s behind your smile:

The lonely heart of a forlorn child

Daddy, Daddy, can’t you hear me?

The baby’s lying on the floor

Her heart flutters lighter than an angel’s wing

I see my face reflected back

Her face haunts my slumbers

And together we are one and the same

I could lie, but I know the truth:

I am the monster from the depths of my dreams

Answer 1

My advice is to stop blaming and look for ansewers to your situation. poets wright they do not blame they wright we are few but we are the sense of  life. we bring back respect, love hurt, and loneliness not blame , or hate forgive and let go

Answer 2

I'm sorry to say this but

I simply dont like your poem.

If it says what you want it to say, then it must work for you but I just get nothing out of it '

Sorry!

Answer 3

i like this poem...its filled with saddness and heart break... but there are parts i dont get...if u coul explain a little, and tell how you came to write it....?

Answer 4

i think this is an interesting poem. the first couple verses were a bit too cliche for my liking. i like the last 2 the best. they have some nice imagery (particularly ' Her heart flutters lighter than an angel’s wing'). i think you should be proud of it. and keep writing.

Answer 5

Good Job, Box in the shape of a Heart.  Poetry is like spaghetti.  There are a thousand ways to make it...It sometimes sticks to the palet, and sometimes it's so delicious that your plate is empty and you forgot to remember to taste it.    You strive for honesty in life...a character trait to be proud of, and in your search for love..you will do whatever you have to do to get it.  Good Luck Box... Expound on your talent..because you HAVE some.