Shouting breaks the silence
They're at it again
Every night, violence
Lock myself away
Far from religious
But I would even pray
Thud! Hole in the wall
Guess I was wrong
Little sister starts to bawl
She says we won't be back
But it doesn't matter
The next man will be just as bad
"At least I have mom" I thought
But though she was there, she's really not
Locked away for days, her kids distraught
Prisoner to her vices, strangers and drugs
Kids left to wonder why
Mom doesn't want anything to do with the them
Family's everywhere, but never felt more alone
Isolated from the world
Raised by my video games and phone
Brother told her once, she wasn't a good mom
Next I know, she's overdosed
She'd rather die than admit she's wrong
In a way I hate myself
Because, that day
I didn't feel a thing
Saved by chance, but faith was gone
Ran from her problems
Kids left to carry on
Pawned off to the nearest kind soul
Mother's mother, my true mom
She was there to console
I was alive, but far from unaffected
I turned out alright
But things were a bit harder than expected
- 1/2/20
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Garrulous
PoetryA collection of poems based around whatever was running through my mind at the time. Whether it be my life experiences or just a dumb idea I thought of. Feel free to hop around to whatever poem catches your eye, they vary widely in tone and theme. I...
