[Time doesn't heal all wounds if the
offender rips out the stitches themselves.]
It's like stumbling down a dark hallway
[or falling up stairs]
because I never know if I'll make it
or if you'll
fuck.it.all.up.again.
& sometimes playing pretend is simply easier;
I've given up believing my [confrontations]
or my [silence] make a damn difference
when you play those games.
There was never laughter in this house;
[just the old echoes of you
yelling.fighting.all.the.fucking.time.]
I just needed to escape it
[but you made sure it was replaced with misery.]
When will the words [like daggers] stop
tearing apart the remnants of the family?
When will we all stop drowning in the
tears you bring about?
I don't [love.respect.giveafuck] about you anymore.
I'm finally numb;
[I just wish everyone else could be quiet
so I could asphyxiate in peace.]
Author notes
About my father.
A contest entry
- Make Me Feel Again.... by PerfectImperfection.
900 points, ended October 14, 2008, 31 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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WOW!
Great emotion to this, and could be related to in many ways for the reader. I have no problem with an ugly word when it can make a damn good point lol.
"It's like stumbling down a dark hallway
[or falling up stairs]
because I never know if I'll make it
or if you'll
fuck.it.all.up.again."
Great poignancy in those lines for me especially. Thank you for your entry & Best wishes in the contest!
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