Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Narrative Poem



Sean Murray
English II- Block 2
Ms. McKoy
Oct. 9, 2013

The Son, The Mom, The Mentor
SON
I sit in my bed, playing a game
My mom looks at me with shame
I have nothing to do but play
its all I do from day to day

MOTHER
He looks so sad always doing the same thing
I thinks it's time to give the mentor a ring
I think he's depressed
Oh! this causes me too much stress

MENTOR
It seems to be the same problem each time
He never listens, he just seems to whine
I don't think I can help this boy improve
He is as stubborn as rock, he just doesn’t seem to move

I don't believe I understand the problem this time
Please tell me what is on your mind?
Say all you want we have plenty of time
SON
I cant help I have this addiction!
But you aren't there to get me out
I can feel the confliction
From the way you look at me with doubt
MOTHER
I'm sorry son that wasn't my aim
I never meant to cause you such pain
It just seems all you care about are those games
It has put our relationship in strain

SON
Mom your right I'm the sorry one
I didn't know it was causing so much pain
I'm the only one to blame
I can finally say I'm done!

MENTOR
I never thought this could cause so much emotion
Snifff the mothers face is filled with tears
I guess I gave this topic the wrong notion
Things have gotten better over the year
I guess these two can finally get over their video game fears

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