Wondering what its like to feel loved in a broken home,
excepting forced touches of intimacy just to feel like were grown.
The cold dark nights spent sitting on the floor;
Contemplating on why your mother doesnt want to be here anymore.
Is it the scared little girl waiting for the the drug driven man to kick in the back door?
Screams of the little girl,
"Stop hitting her "
I dont think shes breathing anymore...
"Ma are we going to be okay?"
Tears run down her face
"Maybe he wont come back today,"
The little boy couldnt take the pain.
Now he searches for something stronger,
Somthing deep he feels through his veins.
the whispers deep in his mind,
"just lay your head back and relax, youll enjoy the ride"
He takes a faint breathe..
he feels his heart collapse.
His daughter staring out the door
The street fills with red and blue lights,
Police and ambulances rushing in her sight.
Her face drops as she says to herself,
"I dont think ill get to see him anymore"
The cold nights turn to sorrow days..
We smile as our hearts drown in pain.
You turn to a close friend,
Just to hear "everythings going to be okay"
The hurt and confusion
Down a bottle just to free your mind from the awful illusions.
Youve took so many pills you cant keep count.
Theres nothing left to do but drink until you pass out.
The sun rises, its another day,
And im still im here asking why are we this way?
YOU ARE READING
A dark night
Poetry"Why are we this way?", the question she wakes up and ask herself everyday. While growing up with in a broken home and dealing with a drug driven family, she tried to never lose sight in happiness. Simply a poem for those lost through life's dark r...
