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Late Night Fight
Contributed by
justme03
on
Wednesday, 22nd June 2005 @ 07:42:09 PM in AEST
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3 a.m. and I’m still awake
Cannot sleep for fear of what I’ll find
deep within my mind
Flipping through the channels on the TV
Staring blankly at the pretty colors
flashing by
The door to the stairway opens
and I hear footsteps
A sleep awaken worried dad appears
in the room
I glance at him and roll my eyes for trouble
has arrived
Here he is to preach again. To inform me of
another sin and of all the things
I do wrong
This time is the sermon on how to get to sleep
at a proper time
so I don’t sleep another day away.
“Yeah, I screwed up once the other day and slept
til 3 p.m.. . . . But, hey! The whole last week
I have been ill and still
had to go to work at 6 a.m. and now I’m
tired and need some extra rest
but it’s so hard to get to sleep now
with so much on my mind and
with this chest cold it is hard to breathe.”
But he doesn’t care about any of that.
He just loves to fight and judge.
He starts to yell and won’t stop.
I open my mouth to say something but I get interrupted
as usual.
This is so routine I should be used to it, but
I guess I have a small hope that someday, somehow
we will be able to talk stuff through calmly
and come to a compromise, but
I guess that day has not arrived.
Until then I’m gonna learn to just sit quietly and take it
so he can feel as if you have won.
So I sit here, listening to his ongoing ***** and
wait for him to make his leave
By then it half way to 4 a.m. and I’m so worked up
I run in my room and jump on my bed screaming.
I throw my pillow across the room
and knock over my bedside lamp.
The light bulb shatters and I swear out loud as I sit on my bed
feeling deflated and defeated.
It seems that no matter how hard I try
he is never satisfied
He can always find something wrong with me.
One screw up and he yells at me forever
about it like it’s a new habit.
I guess I’m never gonna make him happy.
I’m beginning to wonder why I even try.
~Kortnie~
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Re: Late Night Fight
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by JustAGirl001 on
Wednesday, 22nd June 2005 @ 08:46:19 PM AEST
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I get in alot of fights with my dad too. I get into more with my mom, but they never seem to hurt as much..Hmm. Maybe I'm just a daddy's girl. Anways, I loved it.
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Re: Late Night Fight
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by xxbreathlessx on
Wednesday, 22nd June 2005 @ 09:56:54 PM AEST
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| theres alot more here than words are letting on. its a good poem, a mini story almost. your frustration comes out and shows. im sorry for what happened but this is a good write. good job. |
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