Author's Note - This is a quick quip about when around 3 years old, and my transition into foster care.
Cold hearts and painful misgivings are all that's in this humble abode
Inside lies a husband who never shares his wife's bed as well as a wife who did not marry for love
3 Children inside sleep soundly at night deprived of blankets or love to warm them up
Tears run through a child's eye, as anticipation of when the next beating will arrive
Blood sprays the floor as the wife has finally had enough focussed only on the dangling corpse
Sirens pitch the night as two men enter the house with a lack of interest
Pinching their nose from the stench of bile they cut the rack of flesh down from the ceiling
Darkness enters my eyes, as I'm drug away from the lifeless body of my parents
A soft voice whispers in my ear " you'll never have to feel cold again "
Tears stream from my eyes in anticipation, because I know that blankets await me in a warm home.
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A Chaotic Mind
PuisiThis is a book of freeverse poems or creative writing. Each one is not reliant on another and most rarely have anything to do with each other. The topics are anything from love, to sex , to politics, movies, books, basically anthing that may come to...
