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[aid] => mick
[title] => Sorrow's Street
[time] => 2012-01-13 10:21:31
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[bodytext] => When the day is quiet, the only sound my heartbeat I zone out back to the day I lived on Sorrow's Street Just a wisp of a girl, so many promises to come Faded to black in a world that would terrify some I was raised in a house far from the path of normalcy No one seemed to know, shrouded in privacy With the occasional visit from a nice policeman or two There never seemed to be much they could do At age five, I recall stopping dad from drowning his wife Remember screaming, the fists, fights; wasn't that the life What I can't remember is joy, happiness, plain ole fun Is this when my heartache, despair had begun I learned to be a detective when I entered my house With a quick look, moving quieter than a mouse I could read the signs that would tell me the truth Were they sober, or would I lose more of my youth When dad died, mom's anger grew as did her drinking bouts Many nights locked out on the porch, waiting for her to pass out I was the elder, took the hits, the abuse, but I never understood Why she did this when I loved, cared for her, did all I could No child should have to make a parent love or want them It's an unwritten given, a part of life's circle, not a whim This trend of parents leaving children behind, uncaring, free It's been around forever in different forms; it happened to me Granted my parents kept us, except for the foster home or two They weren't there for us, didn't care for us as most parents do How often my daydreams of the families I saw on the tv shows Wondering what it would feel like, a world I so wanted to know Although it wasn't to be, I still made it through those years I promised my children would never know that world of fear As I enter my silver years, I realize I can let myself smile I gave them the life I wanted; it was a part of me all the while [comments] => 1 [counter] => 114 [topic] => 61 [informant] => dvtpdw [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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