my parents were senseless murderers,
murdered such an innocent child
with big dreams,
my father left us,
my mother was devastated,
and now i was forced to cradle
an adult woman with an immature,
and unhealed childhood,
i was forced to be the large basin
to her pouring anger and unresolved issues,
my father taught me
to be a better parent to myself
than he ever was to me,
and so i was forced
to take care of myself
mentally and emotionally,
because my parents were never emotionally available people
i can't seem to take a break
with whatever life's been throwing at me
all i want is a painless and eternal rest
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letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetrya collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #1 in proses #7 poetry #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection book 3 of the poetic flowers series. other books : • a hurricane of blues • confessions i will never say and other...
