The open field darkens as the thunder clouds whirl in.
Lightning strikes a near by tree. Watching it burn from a safe distance, I hear the little boy ask me.
Why does Mommy and Daddy fight? I simply reply, I don't know.
Lightning strikes closer, yet I find my still body unable to budge.
Why does daddy get violent when he drinks from the bottle? I simply reply, I don't know.
The unbearable white bolt strikes again. Only to set fire to a field in the near by yonder, now spreading in our direction.
Why does mommy and daddy like to hit us? I simply replied, I don't know.
The rapid fire spreads around us, faster than my teary eyes can water. He somberly looks up to me and asked one last question, why don't we leave? I simply replied, I don't know.
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What I See
PoesiaSome of the things I see and feel I can only express in writing. I guess this would be a form of poetry. More like a little bit of story telling and poetry mixed into one. I hope you all like them. I will be writing one or two of these a night and u...
