a memory

what the title suggests....the day when my dad laid his hands on my mother.

Her cries

Echoing through the corridors of this broken home

Housing the broken dreams of a broken marriage.

Her broken body shivering from fear within,

Brutally abused by the ideals of a broken mind.

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

one day, you might wanna revisit this poem and possibly others to expand storyline, then again you might not ....in the meantime, there seems to be no end to your creative roll these days

[nigrum homonculus]

maaaaaaybe. or i might write a new 1 all together. if inspiration permits it. thanks again sheema. i really do appreciate the feed back.

[Baby Ricochet]

Wow. That's intense man. great job

[nigrum homonculus]

thanks man. that was my aim.

[sierrasparks91]

I can understand the meaning of this poem keep up the good work

[nigrum homonculus]

thank you sierra