He dragged her to basement
With a smile beneath her lips
The kitchen knife he decorated
Made sure the kids wont live
Little boys that toss and turn all quiet in there beds
With a flick of the wrist and a little elbow
Father gently takes their head
This house was a quiet house
The nights were so nice in line.
But he did not sleep
He couldn't help but think
His father and twisted past
Drug needles and opened crack
Ripped away his wings and tossed him away
Its 3am its Christmas night
And hes sick and tired of Christmas light
No Christmas gifts for him tonight
Where is god when needed
Author notes
I was going through lots of family issues with my father when I wrote this poem. My father and his struggles were my biggest influence.
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Haunting
This was a truely haunting piece, and so true for many people. I really enjoyed the flow of this piece, as it didn't sound forced, and had good rhythm throughout, an excellent piece of poetry, well done
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Chris you never cease to amaze me with your talents
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