Huddled in a corner
Knees pulled up to his chest
Head bowed upon his knees
He crys
Night after night
Day after day
His parents fight
No one is physically hurt
But all the yelling
Drives him mad
As his parents yell at each other
In another room
Tears roll down his face
He wants to run away
He wants to hide
Leave all fighting behind
.
There are good days
Teese help him hold on
But few and far between they come
He'll sob
He'll cry
As his parents fight
Day after day
Night after night
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This is a sad but true piece for many
Including myself , I hope this little boy knows that God is holding him tight , and days will get better
This is a sad but true piece for many
Including myself , I hope this little boy knows that God is holding him tight , and days will get better
Thank you
Raised in a crucible of fire one melts and take the form of the mold. Few there are that have the ability to withstand the fire and not melt. A heart rending poem of the life of a child in the fire.
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Excellent.
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A powerful and sad write, very relatable to me, I have been in that fire, nicely written and good to see you back
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How very true this is. Great write Tony
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Sad poem, Tony. Thank you for sharing! 🌹👏
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