On the Nod

When I was a child, I felt the cigarette's burn

as I reached for my parent's hands.

I was 4 when I realised it'd never be my turn

to be a neccesity. 

When I was in primary school, I went looking for my tie.

To find it located around my mother's arm.

I was 7 when I realised, all I was,

was a drug supply.

When I was in an apartment, I saw my Dad, 

Thrown my Mum off a balcony. 

I was scared and I realised i'd always be that way.

This world is bad.

When I was alone, my mum's bad habits brushed off on me,

I found myself swallowing pills like I swallowed my pride.

I was 11 when I realised I wanted to die.

The consequences I did not foresee.

When I was in need of a friend, I went to you.

I saw you passed out with a needle in your vein.

Mum, I knew then, how much things had changed.

In that moment, all I wanted was to see you turn blue.

When I lived at home, I saw my step-father drunk every day.

Smashed windows and police reports were so normal to me.

I was sick to death of substances that altered people.

I swore to myself i'd never end up that way.

Author's Note

Title is temporary.

Reviews

[Eddie Phillips]

I liked the scheme of your writing. The subject was not easy. I also like the positive ending. It ends the poem on a resolve to not repeat the wrongs you have seen. Fight on and remember you have a gift to write. It can be a great source of peace when things get loud and crazy! I loved the poem and the construction of it. Great Job!

[Emilee]

Thank you so much!

[FlatLineBeauty]

It's sad to experience things like this at such a young age. Your writing is beautiful.

[Emilee]

Thank you lovely. x

[FlatLineBeauty]

You are very welcome dear :)