After the Fight

This is a poem I wrote after my mother and father were fighting one night. I was 12. I haven't changed the words too much, so I hope it is not to childish sounding, but I thought it best to keep it in its original form since I wrote it while I was feeling

Huddled in an awkward pile

of flesh and bones,

a soul cowering down,

with nowhere to hide.

Doors jar a hazy dream of peace.

And while shouts are responded to,

they are only with screams.

Boots on tile,

thudding as they pace.

An engine sputters to life.

And once more,

she leaves.

Tears flow sparingly.

Childish dreams of a happy ending,

shattered by the front door,

my reverie in pieces on the floor.

Gone are they both,

taking memories of a happy family.

I am once more left alone

in a house haunted by a broken childhood.

Courage and a simple song,

all I have left,

are what gets me through the uncertain night

and to the sunrise.

 

Author's Note

Punctuation and word choice mostly on this one are the problem I think, details as well. Thanks.

Reviews

[Dusty]

Thanks, this was actually my first attempt at a free verse poem, so its nice to hear it sounds alright. =)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Wow your vivid descriptions really bring out the emotions here. I can sense the scared child alone and crying. This is wonderful free verse.