I really can't say just how close I've been
From causing great harm to my family;
Hearing abusive language once again
Has created a danger zone for me.
I'm not the person who wishes to fight,
But the words I hear are as dark as night.
In my defensive self, I have no choice
But to get back at the person who wronged;
May God have mercy on the rogue whose voice
Is as vicious as a satanic song.
For when I get mad, I explode like hell,
Making a home look like a broken shell.
The solution I have is, don't abuse;
For abuse solves nothing, and won't diffuse.
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Author:
LostLoner (
Offline) - Published: May 23rd, 2022 05:17
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was written about a year ago, when family life for me was a lot worse than how it is now. It's been hard letting out my feelings, even if it's from old matters (like it was that birthed this poem). Life, for the record, is better. It just wasn't the case then.
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Reading it from your mindset, something I have gone through
Would've been nice to see this a while back. I've had my fair share of issues with family and still continue to. But don't let that stop you from your morals. No matter how much you suffer you're never too much of a victim to be a decent human being.
I like the positive message you give out through the line "abuse solves nothing". More attention should be given to this topic. Nice work!
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