Shouting is heard, bits of venom and unspoken words are spit out of the mouths of mothers and fathers.
Tears are shed by the child who's not used to screams of it's parents who go at war with each other to see who can hurt their lover more than they have, the eldest is ignoring the war been through it so many times that it's become tiring.
They, stop. Emotions getting in the way of logic.They realize the outcome of this raging war, no matter how many times they try they can't stop, bombs been released, guns have fired and the blood is drawn.
This war, will never stop. Both sides been hurt far to much to even heal, a bond so pure-so fragile-something so strong that's been embraced with their warmth for each other,
Broken. Which will remain in till one decides to break this already broken bond for good.
YOU ARE READING
My Words Formed Into Poetry
PoetryIt's just a book about poetry that I made to get a weight off my chest and speak my thoughts but in a poetry format. Nothing special.
