I still somehow remember that day
Long ago on my brother's birthday
I was maybe five or possibly four
We lived with a girl whose inflicted pain I remember her for
Her daughter had a knack for making me mad
Sasha was the name it still makes me quite sad
How the lights all went dark and I saw my father panic
On my brain this memory still wreaks havoc
I remember it as it rang loud and clear
I remember questioning it, what was near?
My heart started to beat wild and fast
As everyone dropped to the ground at that blast
The memory is fuzzy that's for sure
I remember Sasha the most for all her bullying I had to endure
It happened so fast and soon
My mind was still buzzing out of tune
Heard was the shot that came from a gun
Everybody's first instinct? Run
That was never what my dad did though
He'd rather die on his feet than live begging so
All on the ground under the table
Dad looked out windows tension pouring like maple
Fear was to me as thin is to chiffon
And it wasn't till later I found out exactly what went on
YOU ARE READING
The Weeping Woods
PoesíaAgony in the form of stanzas, words in the form of little silent cries. I made the cover but I don't own any of the pictures. !There's also quite a bit of explicit language!
