(I dedicate this to my little brother and my youngest sisters, I've always done anything for you three, and I always will...)
Silent Steps
I slowly creep out of my room, quietly choke out the thick smell of cheap perfume, used to hide the deep exhaust of smoke, the old social worker hoax.
I slip through to the hallway, passing pictures of this distorted family, I don't speak, walls have ears you see...
I open the door to my sister's room, and slowly tiptoe over the toys of treacherous doom. I look over their bunk bed and glare at the two. Both are quiet and peaceful.
I leave them to sneak the one place I fear most, the fading dark of this house's host.
Down the hall, through the house, (quiet to my surprise), to the center of hell in my eyes.
This is where they stay to drink, "they're still awake, I think...."
Scared out of my mind, I open the garage door, and in there it's him I find.
He's sitting up right, in his hand the bottle he holds tight.
He spins around, to look at me, his huge radio has no sound.
"Matt, what are you doing awake?", his concern even sounds fake.
"I wanted to make sure you weren't acting out," I say.
"You better pray I didn't hear you," he jolts.
"It wasn't an insult," I say standing up.
I take a huge gulp and swallow hard.
He steps closer, slamming the glass bottle to my right cheek, causing a wave of shards.
He push's me into the door.
I fall helplessly onto the glass covered floor.
He steps over my collapsed body and walks inside.
I roll over to my side.
I slowly get up, as my blood drips on the pavement.
Angry at my child enslavement, I spit out the blood from my busted lip.
I stand there and wait for an hour, feet crunching on the chips.
To this day, "you're strong," they say.
"It's love," I say coloring the grey.
They question my words.
"I love my siblings, and I will go on forever for them, no matter how hard it gets."
"Then son, I bet, you will not live happy, you'll fall apart bit by bit."
I breathe in deep, and calmly say, "then so be it..."
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A Sea of Poems
PuisiThis is for those who suffer from anxiety, depression, bipolar disorder. Those who struggle to smile everyday for someone else. Those who are lonely, those who are broken, those who are hurting, those who have lost, and those who need someone, or so...
