The ringing of fallen plates,
The thud on the dining table,The argument of my parents
and scoldings of my mother.The shattering glass,
A tight slap and sobs.A chaos broke in my 'Home'
And the soul of my body
Cracked into pieces.The cracks grew thorns
Piercing me from the inside.I plaster a smile on my face,
My eyes threatening to tear up
My throat choking me up.I can't let my eyes water
I can't let my soul scream either.I have to tie myself together
And watch as my "Home"Become a chaotic hell
And my parents go senseless.I was broken but the
Flesh of my corpse covered
The cracks of my soul,I couldn't prevent as the
Cracks grew further
And broke others too.
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Love, insecurity and pain
PoetryA collection of poems written by a insecure lover in pain...