- Non-Erotic Poetry
- This broken house
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Click herethe words of wisdom that came out of his mouth
i had thrown them away the very next day
just as soon and he lit that joint
the smell of weed coming from his room
made me want to lock myself in my room and cry
i knew just a couple more hits and he would probably die
but it phases me no more
as i always knew he would never stop
and the grains of cocaine in the carpet
and the porn magazines lieing on the floor
this is just another night in this broken house
the mother who has never spoken softly and the father who had abused
and the children with the friends who had gone home
just as soon as the smoke lifted from the roof
but as i am saying these words my mother is calling on the phone
but i dare not answer it for she will ask to speak with him
but he is too high to talk
and she will come home and find him too high to walk
so she crys and she screams
and i cry myself to sleep
then its just us tramatized children
because every night
every night
every night in this broken house
the same shit goes on
- COMMENTS
Amyfriendabout 17 years agomoving and inspirational poem that stabs at the very heart of family life. I'm sure we all know that parents need to take much greater responsibility for their children. Drugs are a curse on society, that is for sure. Nicely done, thanks.
My Erotic Taleabout 19 years agois like a wagon "my father told me," all help pull or get out! tough love or realism? when a dog becomes rabid we can shoot them, turn them loose into ...sure self destruction, or take them to the vet/doc. It's easy for me to offer suggestions to a world I know not, but I have 26 kids who don't ...well display that they don't act in such manner? but out of 26 I see half are from broken homes, as well as my own (looks around for templeminded) (*_*)your poem touched me, the not broken homes stand next to the broken ones <grin> okay your poem was inspirational too.
