Late last night
I had a nightmare.
---
I dreamed of Mommy
And Daddy
In the kitchen
At night.
The single
Glass
Bulb
Lighting up their faces
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Mommy looked
Angry.
Mommy looked
Scary.
Eyes wide
Mouth open
Teeth clenched
---
I dreamed of Mommy
Screaming
Unfamiliar words
Harsh and ugly
Echoing around our small apartment
---
"You
Ungrateful
Son of a
Bitch.
What do you mean,
We can't pay the
Bills?
Don't you even
Do
Anything?"
---
I dreamed of Daddy
Hunched
Cowering behind
The table
Mouth moving
Words barely heard
---
"I'm
Sorry, I
Tried really
Hard, I mean
You know the pay
Cuts this month were
So big, and there's only
So many hours I can
Work and-"
---
Mommy screams
"Shut up!
Don't you care
About me?
Here I am
Working my ass off
While you just sit around
At your work,
And do
Nothing!"
---
And Daddy says
"Please baby, you
Don't understand, I've
Been trying my hardest,
And-"
And Mommy raises her fist
And slams her knuckles
Into Daddy's
Left
Eye.
---
He reels
Back
---
Stumbles into
The wall
---
Clutching his
Eye
---
Mommy stands over him
And growls something
I don't
Catch
---
---
I wake up,
Then.
Shaking
Crying
Images of my
Dream
Still plastered in
My mind
---
It takes me a while
To go back to sleep
---
But when I wake up
I feel better.
What's in a dream,
Anyways?
Nothing but magic
And fantasy
Mommy always says.
So when I get downstairs
I feel fine
Joyful, almost,
Ready for
Another busy day.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
(daddy's eyes is all swollen
i wonder why)
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Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoetryUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
