Darkness falls on a pale blue sky.
Somewhere in the distance, a faint cry is heard.
Then along with the cry comes shouts of anger.
Shouts that don’t realize the lost cause of a child.
They continue on, shutting out the whole world, seemingly, as no one else is there.
Nothing more matters to them except who is right, and who is wrong.
Blind to the fact that someone is listening.
I am listening.
Cowering behind a closed door, hearing the harsh words being thrown about.
Trying to shut them out, hearing no more empty insults, seeing only angry figures.
Burning tears streak down my flushed cheeks.
Lonesome memories of a lost childhood, thinking back to when times were good, before the fighting.
There was once a time when everyone was happy.
Joyful memories of days long since passed.
Amidst the pain, I force a smile, and think of how bright the future could be.