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My Broken Home.

Contributed by deathdrop on Tuesday, 29th June 2004 @ 10:41:22 AM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



Where ever I go,
I can always hear you.
You never shut up,
You never close you gob,
You and her,
Shout so loud!
I need silence,
Not echoing sound!!

I can never find peace,
Within my walls,
Just my head alone,
Spreads more calls.
I wake up in my room,
Hear the noise down stairs.
Roll over on my bed.
Hearing your swears.

I hide under my blanket,
Start shaking with fear.
I wish you would stop arguing,
My eyes fill with tears…
Then I hear some thing crash,
And shatter on the floor.
I hear mummy screaming,
Just like before.

The words continue,
To be hissed out.
But bit by bit,
I just hear smashing not shouts.
Then mummy stops crying,
And so does daddy’s angry tone.
I know that he’s hitten her!
‘Coz silence fills my broken home.





Copyright © deathdrop ... [ 2004-06-29 10:41:22]
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Re: My Broken Home. (User Rating: 1 )
by booboo on Tuesday, 29th June 2004 @ 11:25:26 AM AEST
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sounds like a terrible life to be living,i guess some people r just not as lucky as others,i told u ur poems r good and full of emotions,this peom gave me shiffers up and down my spine,very well created peom i enjoyed reading it



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Re: My Broken Home. (User Rating: 1 )
by Broken_Skin on Thursday, 1st July 2004 @ 08:38:28 AM AEST
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I can relate wit this
They dont realise how much it effects you
they dont care
the dont think
I feel for you

BS x




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