the damage of the adults


From I was little I can remember

January February right to December

two authorities looking after me

always fighting never to agree


I don’t know why but id stay awake all night

It wasn’t out of interest but more out of fright

Once they settled id wake up the next day

Everything was normal all seemed okay


I never believed in god but pray to him I did

Saying if your real can this fighting be forbid

And as I’m still growing up

All this fighting never stopped


But I thought id get used to it

But I haven’t ill admit

For I till find myself in my room

lurching in the gloom


my room its like my fortress

were I can escape their own mess

attempting to distract my ears

ignore the oncoming tears

  • Author: M.M (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 17th, 2017 12:09
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 44
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  • FredPeyer

    Mocuisle, your well written poem brought up a point more parents should think about: How their behavior impacts their kids.

    • mocuisle

      i agree , thank you

    • onepauly

      narrated perfectly.

      • mocuisle

        thank you!

      • Dodger312

        Very good poem. I can relate too.

        • mocuisle

          thank you

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