I look at her
In dazed and
Confused,
Why is my
Mother
Acting
Like that?
Shaking her
Head;
A tear slowly
Escaping her
Eye;
As she cursed
At the
Wind;
I followed her gaze;
And with that;
I knew whats
Happening;
I finally knew that my
Father is no
Superman;
Knew that my
Father is an
Asshole.
He left.
Without turning
His back at us;
Nor bother to
Wave his
Hands at us;
No;
He left;
Without hesitation;
He left because
He found another;
He left because
He don't love both
Of me and my mother.
He left because he's
Sick of this life.
He left.
He left and never
Came back.
Next;
My mother.

YOU ARE READING
Abundance of poems;
PuisiPerhaps writing poems is just my only escape that I could think of;