I'm sitting upstairs &
the crashes cross my ears,
I know it's an argument -
but on whose vindictiveness?
The hollow silence that followed,
the broken wine bottle, being thrown;
impurity, she was the hatred,
that coarsed through the veins
from the moment I was given breath.
She sits next to me, smiling -
knowing no matter, she didn't care,
it was someobody elses mistake.
I couldn't sleep, so I faded downstairs instead
& held Mum's hand, cursing Charlenes demise
as Claire whimpered in the shadows.
Dad hated confrontation, but mostly us
[that's what we thought, anyway].
How I am pleased things do change.
In a list
A contest entry
- aleatoric quickie; --->4/5 by innocence jaded.xx.
400 points, ended March 21, 3 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Your best freeverse. by jayyniecakes..
400 points, ended March 19, 63 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Congrats on the silver. I really like this poem but im not sure what you mena in hte very last line. I like the imagery used and how you hav made it sound very poetic without really rhymeing at all. Your use of language made me add two words to my word list lol.
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I really liked how you wrote this out of complete personal memories. It was raw, in it's own way, but it was a raw in a sad/beautiful kind of way. At the end of the poem, you leave it open with hope and for a new beginning. Very well written, dear. I love it. (: Thank you for entering♥
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