99 Poems

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The red orange streaks of light that seeped into my unlit room

In just one glance, you could notice the tension and the gloom.

Cries of my sister and screaming of our parents were all I could hear.

I saw my siblings cry, the ones I hold very dear.

I pat her back, comforting my sobbing sister.

“Are you okay?” I asked her but no reply came, no answer.

I felt a tear slid down my cheeks as I held my sister towards me.

I heard a whimper leave my quivering lips.

My eyes too blurred to see.

I sat beside her, lying down on my bed.

Problems, thoughts and worries flashed in my head.

I turned my head as I heard the door creak open.

My mother walked in, the one who I used to call a friend.

“You!” she bellowed, taking my arm in her hand.

She pulled me out of the room; intention’s to cause me harm.

She pulled me to the living room, not spared.

The couches were ripped, torn apart.

I cried, filled with anger.

“How could you do this? Don’t you have a heart?”

She let me arm go, my body began to feel weak.

“I don’t!” she said coldly, giving me a death glare.

Do you know where my father is? Please tell me where!

I dropped on the floor, slowly processing what happened.

I saw my father lying down, still, unmoved.

I held out my hand, reaching for the lifeless body in front of me.

Air was all I could touch.

Nothing solid was all I could feel.

The tips of my fingers began to feel numb.

I heard the door open, signalling my sister went out.

I looked up at my mother with a pout.

“What have you done?” I asked her,

Not really expecting an answer.

“That’s what he gets when he stands up for you brats.”

I bit my lip, suppressing my hand to punch her face.

Why can’t I just do that?

Don’t you remember the pain she made you feel, those painful days?