Déjà Vu

Reoccurring dreams

With copycat themes

Rewinds my story line’s stream

Back to this scene

 

Phone cord ripped

Out of the wall

To make certain

No help could be called

 

Screams and tears

Mixed with the stench
Of weed and beer

Kids hiding in fear

Broken glass

Covering up their ears

Blocked hits

Furniture overturned

Lit cigarettes

Leaving the carpet burned

 

He had his fix

Then it was her turn

To teach a lesson

Neither of them could ever learn…

She grabbed a kitchen knife

It made him think twice

The only thing that could’ve

Ended this fight

This night

She should’ve ended
his life

 

But she gave him a next time

And the time after that

She gave him anything he wanted

And this is what he gave back…

 

Beatings and bruises

Full of excuses

Trying to get through to his head

Absolutely useless

No way out

No reason to stay around

No way to deal

Nervous breakdown

 

Who will take care of his kids now?

 

And I had to watched it

As she mentally
floated away

The seed of this cycle

Implanted in me still to this day…

The question to ask is

In time will it grow?

And the only answer is

I just don’t know…

 

Reoccurring dreams

With copycat themes

Rewinds my
story line’s stream

Back to this scene

So what does it all mean?

Am I preconditioned

To repeat all of the

Things I’ve seen?

 

To change it

What will I have to do?

To put an end to this

Déjà Vu…

 

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

The twist and turns of this write...the words as a reader...felt like flash cards...giving a play by play of the action...the rhyme scheme is not hindered and goes with the flow of the lines...you end this with 3 questions down the last passage...but like a record skipping you give us:

To put an end to this
Déjà Vu…