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Everyone asked me
About my life
I answered "it's fine"
And left it at that.
End of story,
except not really,
as memories flash
before my eyes
Black and white
colourless vibes
a childhood tainted
in Black and white.
Chants were ringing
inside my head
telling me to go and
make everyone's bed
An abyss of torture
of doing all the chores
as daddy was on the couch,
letting out small snores.
Everyday, same old,
waking up at 7,
This time seeing dad
meet another Karen.
Trotting and trudging
down the stairs
making breakfast for
Derek, I have to bear
all the whining
an 8 year old brings
What can I say?
it's just how life swings.
dad is drinking,
yet again,
drugs and pills
scattered across the floor
But this time
he lays there,
unconscious,
dead.
then it hits
as I see
him lying there
unmoving
and dead.
I'm free,
I'm finally free,
yet all that replays
inside my head
is his figure, stone cold
of daddy dead.
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A/N
This was really dark... and I don't know why I wrote this.
~Lillian
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PoetryRandom, collated thoughts put to paper through emotion and expressions, and a mind that works it's flow. Love, Lillian x x Disclaimer: this is purely my own work. if my lines seem similar to other poems, this is purely coincidental. some poems/boo...
