Nights left alone,
whispered screams reaching
through walls
to young ears.
Mother,
eyes glued to screens,
body morphed to cushion.
A sharp tongue cuts at
the little voice tugging
on soft sleeves.
Father,
beer cans, whiskey bottles
white knuckled.
Cigarette in one corner,
joint in the other.
Ravings of madman answer
the little voice at the door.
Neither loving nor
hateful words said,
leaving cavernous holes
in a little heart.
Desperate cries for connection
only heard in silent tears.
No loving hands
to wipe away
years of pain.
Time soars by.
A nest left empty,
whispered screams
heard no more,
but echoes remain.
Voices regather,
a weekend of laughs,
a sound long forgotten,
shared once more.
Minus one.
Whispers of whiskey,
a voice, broken, sorrowful,
calls so many miles away.
A voice searching for comfort,
searching for lost love.
A voice wanting to be
a family again.
I feel your heart.
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Powerful and thought provoking words. I want a do over 😉
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