|
 Menu
|
|
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
|
Childhood Memories
Contributed by
Dierna
on
Monday, 20th March 2006 @ 11:03:40 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
|
I search for the meaning of love
All my life, my only example has been
A kick, a push, and a shove
Cigarettes burning into the back
Smelling of charred flesh
Sounds of a knife ripping through material
While my mother slept on the couch
Blood droplets in the hall
My Dad screaming at Mom
Mom crying 'I hate you all!'
The cold, hard floor of my brother's room
Was the only comfort I knew.
Never safe
So afraid...
Screams would wake me
Mom breaking my door to make me see
Dad sauntering down the hall
Baseball bat in hand
Towards my brother's room
In slow motion
The door opened.
He charged in and swung his weapon
A deafening 'thump' followed by a tragic wail
'Dad stop!
What'd I do now?!'
My Dad screamed
And then kicked him out.
He slowly turned
And there I was
That look on his face told me all I needed to know.
I saw through the mask
No longer his alabi
To escape
From all the prying eyes.
Thundering crashes
In the dead of night
Frightened yells as Dad grabbed me
Taking me to safety
Away from teh psychopath
Possessing my mother's body.
Sirens rang out,
The neighbor hood came to watch
Mother tore out,
And never came back.
Years later
A thump under the car wheels
It's her body
But not her heart.
Stevie in the hospital
Police take away my protector
Dad leaves in handcuffs.
I find my release
My angel
In the shape of a girl
3 years older
328 miles farther
300% better
Than anyone I had met.
The dead woman
Constantly hating
My reason for living.
Head lights rush towards me
Tears stream down
Someone screams 'WATCH OUT!'
And I realize it's me-
It's too late for me
I've already grown
Why can't you see
I'm better off alone?
After everything you put me through,
Destroying everything I thought I knew,
You try to be there
But I don't care
Anymore.
My brother just sits tehre
Laughing
He touches me wrong
Laughing
Telling me so many things
A 5 year old shouldn't hear
I haven't yet had practice
To learn not to care
Even still
Somehow
I'm not there.
Copyright ©
Dierna
... [
2006-03-20 23:03:40]
(Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
Re: Childhood Memories
(User Rating: 1 )
by purplestary on
Tuesday, 21st March 2006 @ 12:55:54 AM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
| what a heart renching and sad story to tell...you are incredibly brave to share all this. and you are even braver and stronger for making it through all that. what doesn't kill us makes us stronger...i do believe you are probably the strongest person i have ever seen...you could probably write a book on EVERYTHING a child should never go through. stay strong. |
|
|
|
· 
Poetry
Site Help
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
