It's yet another day
You've woken up, a quiet morning as per usual
But to your usual after you've had your morning coffee
A tension
A suspense of who is going to shout
Who will blame who
Who will use words that god wouldn't approve of
Who will make the boy have a reason to cry tonight if not get a reaction out of?
The boy observes the scene
A fleeting sense in the body telling him to flee
But why flee if not to be what your mother raised you to be?
Why not be a man as your father stated you should be?
They think you won't notice as they barerly even hide their arguements
"I don't understand" says the boy
But you see, bigotry is but the least of your worries
Dad placed the cutlery in the wrong order again
Dad placed the cheese wrong
Dad dad dad dad
Oh he did it all wrong
To anger the mother
To ignite each others fires would be far from ever happening
As the room grows cold, it only gets more sickening
More saddening
Words cannot express
For you repress.
The mother
The father
The son
Hear yee hear yee!
Another arguement has gone loose!
Yet the boy couldn't bear to care at his now big age
Years of growing pains with a touch of depression
Supression
Maybe everything's a figment of his imagination
fascination by the new arguments that be
Be? to be the very being you are to be for you have been raised what to be!
When a seed has been planted
It will grow within time
Time after time
A flower grows
The wind flows
Le fleur
It disintegrates.
The boy hopes that his parents must know
But with each word out of the boys mouth
Each letter carefully being set in the sand
To message his needs
To say what he brings
To say
To say the very words he longed to tell
But.
.
.
.
Denial.
Denial is recieved
The boy is decieved and believes his problems are to be kept to himself
His problems aren't real
To feel what he feels
It doesn't exist
No matter how much he insists.
It's yet another day
You've woken up, a quiet morning as per usual
But to your usual after you've had your morning coffee
It is felt once again.
If anything, growing pains is the last thing to worry about
Hear yee hear yee!
Birthgiver and seed deliverer!
For the agony i have been caused
For the gaslighting i have ensued
For the truth i have been told
I wish thee a happy belated divorce.
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Author:
The Eye (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written on the 25th of August, I was in a state of disbelief when my parents had suddenly become "happy". My father had been depressed and my mother had been fed up with his behaviour, they seemed to be on brink of divorce and to that I felt relief. Yet at this point on the 25th, my sister had come back into our lives and announced pregnant and father felt a joy I never saw before and he started being sweet to my mom and her back...All I felt was bitterness and anger because I knew it wouldn't be long until I would hear them squabble again.
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This feels like multiple poems in one. I read your description and you remind me of me when I was a kid. I would always see my caretakers argue or been rude to each other then eventually sweet again. As I get older I realize now that the woman I love also can make me upset like no one else can. It’s the nature of relationships my friend, but also the balance of love it feels.
You are very much correct about that, if a relationship was only sweet, I'd be skeptical about it. Balance matters, yet hearing a parent threatening divorce more than once is ridiculous to only go back to being "sweet". Humans are confusing to me as I feel like I never belonged that way, but it's why I like humanity! Studying human behaviour is fascinating.
Emotions and principally love and hate come in waves and tides the cycle of life it would seem. The surges and the lulls the ebbing of currents in the flow. Like water it can be peaceful and beautiful and raging and destructive yet all in the end seeks its own level and returns to what it was. A lovely write.
Thank you very much for your comment, I agree that it's like water, a great comparison that might inspire my future writing 🙂
You are most welcome
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