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Thunderstorm

I.

Lightning cracks
and thunder rumbles.
Mom and Dad
are at it again.

The fights have raged
like silent thunderstorms.
Words they think we don't hear,
behind closed doors.


II.

Mom sports a new bruise.
We all avoid Dad,
he's in another killing mood.
No one eats, we just go to school.

A private storm
goes on at home.
It shadows us,
clouds over our day.

III.

I get home,
and flee to my room.
Mom is gone,
and Dad is waiting.

All I can do
is cower beneath his blows,
and wonder what to tell my friends,
the next day at school.

IV.

Dad went to far,
the other night.
I guess Mom won't have
another fight.

I don't live at home.
Not anymore.
The silent storm is passing,
after sitting at my front door.

Author notes

I wrote this, not because this has happened to me, but because it happens to others, and they can't speak out. Just a sad poem about the storms that ruin other people's lives.

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  • ParadoxVictory85
    November 16
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    Plainly scary! Umm true?


    • Moon Maiden
      November 16
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      not for me but for some people who are good friends of mine and for many people in this world yes it is.


  • MasterFoxFang
    August 7

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    Beautiful

    wow meghan this is very touching and heartfelt as i was reading I thought to myself how could this have happened to such a nice young lady as yourself till I got to the author notes the poem was excellent everyword speaks to the reader and you can see what happens to this unfortunate soul well done i love it

    but the only line that does not fit in with it to me well is this

    he's in another killing mood.

    im sure you can think of something to go better with the paragraph it would sound alot better for something such as this

    Mom sports a new bruise.
    We all avoid Dad,
    He rages on in one of his sadistic moods.
    No one eats, we just go to school.

    just a thought anyway again excellent poem love it. except that line


  • borrowing.moonlight gold member
    August 7
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    oh wow... well you certainly have a lot of empathy. I'm glad this hasn't happened to you!!
    thanks for the entry.. very well written.