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A Poem by megan =]

I can hear,
But the don't think
I can. The shouts are
Loud, booming cries,
down the steps,
my parents shout.

I can hear,
the angry voice
saying words; that I wish
I couldn't hear.
The slam of the door,
the starting of a car,
it seems so unreal.

I can hear
The tears fall,
but I am too scared to see
who the rivers flow from;
Too scared to move,
Too scared to sleep.

I can hear,
the cars drive past
and I wonder if
my dad has come home;
or will he come back
this time.

I can hear,
the steady breath
of my sister,
sleeping next to me;
The sound of the garage door,
A creak, and then
another
As the front door opens and closes.

I can hear
an "I'm sorry"
whispered softly
in my mother's ear;
Relief like a flood,
flows over my body,
because my father,
has returned home

© 2008 megan =]


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A tough situation that seems is being burdened onto the shoulders of children more and more these days.
The youth of today should not have to have their parents issues forced onto them like this.
Parents have grown irresponsible on this issue. In times past parents had the common sense to wait till the children where at school or would resolve their issues away from ear shot at least.

This poem was well writen as a window into a young individuals emotions. Strong images come through and pictures pain cleanly the situation and the fear that it engendered.

As time goes by, the more I think if people are going to be parents they need to first have to go through child psychology 101 first, then a class on proper problem solving etiquet.

May the winds forever hold your spirit aloft in these times of hardship.

Nature's Essence

Posted 16 Years Ago



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my name is megan... im 14, and i live in like the middle of NOWHERE. i like poetry.... a lot. i like to write it, read it... idk. but yeah. i think im fairtly good at it... but im not real sure. so fe.. more..