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[aid] => mick
[title] => Family Ties
[time] => 2008-07-10 08:05:04
[hometext] => Should speak for its self
[bodytext] => A redundant story of a broken home Another typical poem Mom turned to bitter insanity Dad was distant everyday of the week No brothers No sisters He was the only black sheep As father passed judgment, always so cynical Mother offered consolidation Dad was always so critical When he said ‘no’ She said ‘yes’ Shouts conflicting who was right God tore them apart Leaving no light So who did he choose with houses divided? He chose the one who said ‘Yes’ of course She was a nurse who self-medicated To the one who taught him hatred His story related Things were good until she noticed similar ties Ones she would always despise It wasn’t the boy's fault It was men she hated She learned this as a child And so the story was fated It was her past that brought feelings so bad An alcoholic who beat women Who she he had to call 'dad' So... When the boy's father wasn't in her view anymore The focus became him and there was darkness once more Things will be better here Is what she would tell She turned a promised heaven to hell How did he cope with the pain He numbed it with her fathers poison A demon he would try to tame And after a while It was the only way he could take her vicious words With half a smile And when she couldn't grow more bitter... Cancer served the next dinner A meal she seasoned with hate and marinated in anger She had nothing to tone down the pain that was in her So that is what she served to all her guests Pain loneliness anger simmered a stew of revenge It boiled over in a mess Mad at the world and everything in it For this ****** hand she was delt All of the kings in her life rendered no winning hand Desperation she felt This once warm woman How did she turn so mean? This cold lady that used to be my queen Even when things would start to look up She would tell him stories of prison Wine turned to water in a cup The boy had to flee to escape her grip of hurt In a garden full of flowers She would find weeds in the dirt So back to the place he had turned his back to he went He walked in shame and embarrassment For picking the wrong house He wished he could pitch a tent Criticism and judgement he was back under Feelings of nervous anxiety awoke Making it hard to sleep in his slumber Feeling like a begger he was broke If only he had a brother to share the burden Someone to talk to when times were a hurtin' He might have not felt so alone Two houses no home Dan Ochs [comments] => 2 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 32 [informant] => EloquentDegenerate [notes] => Edited for profanity. - Moderator_14 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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