Parents
They are there for comfort and money
I take the hits.
I take the screaming
I take the abandonment
One hit
Two hit.
Oh, shit that's gonna leave a burise.
Here come the insults now
Stupid
Mistake
Not good enough.
Home alone
No food
No money
There goes the power again
Boiling anger begins to rage.
Sick and tired of this shit.
Find the gun
Where's the gun
Found it.
Car drives up
Two doors slam
Two bangs
Two thuds
One door slams shut for good
A contest entry
- Real Dark Poetry by Gay-Militant.
600 points, ended March 15, 2007, 6 entries
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wow!
This poem is different ive never read anyhing like it its brilliant! And its very true.There are lots of feeling and anger in it its amazing morgan! good work as usual Lol! Parents are all the same!great write hunni!Claire xxxx
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holy shit this is a dark poem. when i opened it i was expecting something different but i love this. parents should treat their children with love and comfort and not hit them an in a way they deserve to be punished. i really love this poem and i loved the ending. great poem n keep writing
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ooo...very viloent, very understood. Parents do indeed deserve to die...lmao.
nie job. i'd work on word choice a little but other wise, interestingly lovely.
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