Why is it so common?
The split of a family?
Is it your mother's fault?
Or is it your fathers?
Or was it just meant to be?
Maybe it salvaged you,
Maybe it helped you pick up the pieces of yourself that were left on the floor,
From the empty vodka bottles.
Maybe you found your voice which was once lost at sea.
Through the roaring lighting and the storm begging with plea.
Maybe it broke you,
Constricting your lungs until there was no breath in your body to scream.
As if the intake of oxygen was an illusion.
Maybe for you it felt like everything was in slow pace
As if a glass separated you from the rest.
No voice to be heard,
Nothing.
~For me it was both.
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BURNT ROOTS
PoetryA collection of poems. There's the Devil, He lies awake during through the silence of the night, lingering when you feel at ease, He waits for you to let your guard down, Just to pounce on your heart. Stopping the flow of blood, Locking the silver...
