family:we are not a genreA Poem by man-in-coatMy walls scream for peace The floor reeks of fights and unending fits Created by love hate wars Just cause you say you love me doesn't mean you do Four letters that bring a fake relationship together Time growing on them like mold on fruit Slamming doors swing open and close Three kids seeing their mom twisted around Trying to ring out the her imperfections A father working long hours Giving no time to see his wife is drowning in her sorrows Buying time at the local grocery store Baby sister fighting over the right to call her mom her idol The older brother fighting urges to cut out the pain his life He works long hours at the parenting plant trying to raise two girls He balances his life with the normality of the normal genre Turning two lives into one when his dad leaves his mom in hericane Making the college kid pick up the broken pieces of his so called family Trying to make dinner with the odds and ends of broken memories Four years later and the pain of a forgotten family leaves imprints into three children Two girls with the start of a college life bringing in the reality life into their ungrateful hands Four years later the once strong older brother lives with a brittle heart He lives in a small apartment along road to suicide Hands shaking with fears and unstable choices Living like lies were the truth The mom who raise herself with scars that never healed Ended up drinking her problems away to the end of the road© 2016 man-in-coat |
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Added on June 27, 2016 Last Updated on June 27, 2016 Authorman-in-coathuntington beach, CAAbouti am the man in the coat,the one who give up his time to help you when you have fallen but leave before you can thank me.i am the man in the coat who sits alone and write from his heart not from him t.. more..Writing
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