Would this ritual of argument ever end?
Would it someday vanish and be forgotten?
Every year, I feel irritated by the noise of voices
Their loudness,
I never liked it
I hated it with my soul.
The very feeling of it passing my ears
Wants me to rip them off
I don't like loud voices
They disturb my peace of mind
The only thing that makes me happy
That makes me feel like living Isn’t as bad
Every scream
Every loud thump
Would make me jolt out off my bed
As If a nightmare awoke me In the middle of the night.
That's what I thought
In truth, it was just them again
The harsh slam of the door could be heard
Those words echoed through my mind as I heard it again.
Every year felt worse as I got older.
As I get to understand their meaning,
Their motive.
"I WILL LEAVE."
"FINE LEAVE THEN!"
For a young child, abandonment was an endless nightmare
I felt as if I was nothing again
No price, no use, no Nothing
Just because of such limited words
How pathetic...
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Let It Drizzle
Поэзияcollection of poems that define one's mind. A poem for some memory and throught that 'I' have. Though, would it really be that special if I said it's for my self....?
