the fight every nght

December 11, 2008
Parents Divorced
Father turned away
Rumor of pressing charges
Why does it have to be this way

A mysterious conversation
I was silent can be
I just watched and listened
This was really intense for me

I don't like to talk about it
Not even to my friends
Not even to my relatives
... Well, it depends

Talking in a bookstore
On a bench, sitting down
I was facing my father
but really looking down

My dad talked
but my heart sank
It got deeper and harder
like a big, fat tank

Im afraid
afraid of my dad?
it's hard to say
Im so sad

On the darkest days
On the brightest nights
I will always remember
when my parents would fight

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xGothGirlx said...
Dec. 23, 2008 at 2:05 am
mhmmm. I remember those dreadful nights....
soccer7 said...
Dec. 20, 2008 at 10:10 pm
Hey Hannah, I really like your poem-keep up the good work!
smileyfacehappycool said...
Dec. 20, 2008 at 9:27 pm
Wow Hannah thats really good!!!
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