- Non-Erotic Poetry
- What it's like to be home
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The thunder rolled so loud you could feel it and the windows rattled with fright....and the cold air came and you could smell the fear on that windy rainy night...
You'd done nothing wrong was the song you sang as he pushed you against the car .....some men are mean and cruel and evil and never realize they've gone too far...
When they've drank there courage and neglected there rent and you and can smell it on there breath... and your too young and scared and weak but inside all you wish them is death.
When your life has been ruined and torn to shreds and most of spent alone....and a man who chooses to hardly ever be there has destroyed everthing you own.
When he tells you to fight them and stand up for yourself and he hides in his empty can...and you have to wonder how someone like this could ever teach you to be a man...
When it's all over and there are scilences that last weeks no crueler things left to be thrown....and walking out the door without even a goodbye chills you to the bone.... then you will know as I know .....What it's like to be home.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 19 years agoI looked at your biography and I was suprised to see this is one of only three poems posted. I was sorry you hadn't used spell check but I suppose it does add an urgency to this piece. It's a sensetive poem, you did well.
