I Can Hear Them

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I can hear them

Voices that don’t stop

Screams that never end

 

I can hear them,

Yelling at each other

Wanting each other to bend

 

I can hear them,

Even though Im under my bed

Eyes squeezed tight, fingers in ears

 

I can hear them,

Dad in a drunken rage

Mother in tears

 

I can hear them,

And I know come tomorrow

Dad will kiss my head and go to office

 

I can hear them,

And I know Mom will give that wobbly smile

That’s supposed to suffice

 

I can hear them

And a crash shakes the room

My heart beats like a bird

 

I cannot hear them

Not a shout

not a word

 

I cannot hear them

Its morning

And dads gone away

 

I cannot hear them

I go to their room,

To hide myself away

 

I cannot hear them

Theres a bottle of perfume

Broken on the floor

 

I cannot hear them

Theres glass all around

Its quieter then ever before

 

I cannot hear them

The scent invades my mind

As I cry

 

I cannot hear them

So me and the perfume keep each other company

On the floor where we both lie

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About saharsalman

Aspiring poet. Spectator of life. Words of Whim.
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