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Family Ties
Contributed by
EloquentDegenerate
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Thursday, 10th July 2008 @ 08:05:04 AM in AEST
Topic:
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A redundant story of a broken home
Another typical poem
Mom turned to bitter insanity
Dad was distant everyday of the week
No brothers
No sisters
He was the only black sheep
As father passed judgment, always so cynical
Mother offered consolidation
Dad was always so critical
When he said no
She said yes
Shouts conflicting who was right
God tore them apart
Leaving no light
So who did he choose with houses divided?
He chose the one who said Yes of course
She was a nurse who self-medicated
To the one who taught him hatred
His story related
Things were good until she noticed similar ties
Ones she would always despise
It wasnt the boy's fault
It was men she hated
She learned this as a child
And so the story was fated
It was her past that brought feelings so bad
An alcoholic who beat women
Who she he had to call 'dad'
So...
When the boy's father wasn't in her view anymore
The focus became him and there was darkness once more
Things will be better here
Is what she would tell
She turned a promised heaven to hell
How did he cope with the pain
He numbed it with her fathers poison
A demon he would try to tame
And after a while
It was the only way he could take her vicious words
With half a smile
And when she couldn't grow more bitter...
Cancer served the next dinner
A meal she seasoned with hate and marinated in anger
She had nothing to tone down the pain that was in her
So that is what she served to all her guests
Pain
loneliness
anger
simmered a stew of revenge
It boiled over in a mess
Mad at the world and everything in it
For this ****** hand she was delt
All of the kings in her life rendered no winning hand
Desperation she felt
This once warm woman
How did she turn so mean?
This cold lady that used to be my queen
Even when things would start to look up
She would tell him stories of prison
Wine turned to water in a cup
The boy had to flee to escape her grip of hurt
In a garden full of flowers
She would find weeds in the dirt
So back to the place he had turned his back to he went
He walked in shame and embarrassment
For picking the wrong house
He wished he could pitch a tent
Criticism and judgement he was back under
Feelings of nervous anxiety awoke
Making it hard to sleep in his slumber
Feeling like a begger he was broke
If only he had a brother to share the burden
Someone to talk to when times were a hurtin'
He might have not felt so alone
Two houses no home
Dan Ochs
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EloquentDegenerate
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2008-07-10 08:05:04]
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Re: Family Ties
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by shelby on
Thursday, 10th July 2008 @ 08:54:26 AM AEST
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Dan,
you captured parts of my life, mirrored in a reflection of this poem. This was hard to read, it is so sad, you wrote it well. Nobody should have to endure this type of pain in their life.
Heartbreaking...... I am brushing away a couple tears.
Hugs to you
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Re: Family Ties
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by Sandscribble on
Friday, 11th July 2008 @ 01:28:52 PM AEST
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A meal she seasoned with hate and marinated in anger.
that my friend is a very outstanding line, you have to say no more to let the reader know.
I like that finish in the work too, strong endings leave the reader full. good work. |
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