All I Can Hear

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Boom. Boom. Boom.
All I can hear is the splitting,
of the door frame.
The doors being slammed;
blocking the shade of wind from my vision.

My life is becoming sour,
Like stagnate water after the clouds have wept
The world as I know it,
is growing ambivalent.

My parent’s marriage is decaying;
while my life is spoiled.
Fighting and bickering is all I hear,
like a non-ending tornado;
coming through.

The doors are opening
and
All the howling has stopped,
and
silence starts honking





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