Better Days Than These Worn Out NightsA Poem by CaitlynMaking an impact at the giving point.
This neighborhood is filled with tension and anger From the apparent screaming going on in the street To this font, that is strangely pointed and threatening To the chorus of dogs barking viciously To even the trees, rustling restlessly Needing freedom. It’s not helping anything None of the problems are getting fixed Even with all this action taking place Mother screaming at daughter Daughter taking it in, silently giving up Giving in. I feel the population growing Personal space becoming virtually nothing Sister tapping me on the shoulder I can feel myself snapping Her impatience laced into her question Wanting answers. A deep breath appears before me, I exhale The tension builds and builds Everyone else is rooms and rooms away But the anger in their voices flows through the walls purely and effortlessly It doesn’t deserve to be, all those words Harmfully tainted. Time slides out of my grasp as I collapse on my bed Thinking of better days, simpler times Vacations were the only trips, guilt trips rarely lingering How I’d love to make everyone happy But it seems all I ever do is Cry tiredly. © 2008 CaitlynAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on August 8, 2008 Last Updated on August 9, 2008 AuthorCaitlynHuntington Beach, CAAboutPeople always tell me I have a lot of things going for me, I just realized that they may be right. Loving to get constructive criticism and comments, My mind is always open to other views. more..Writing
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