TUMMY


The crowd is too loud
and the little boy can't sleep.

Instead he weep tears from deep
within his imagination of how it could be.

But every night his father and his friends
would gather up and drink, drink, drink.

They argued and laughed and argued some more.

In the next room the little boy can't sleep.
Someone opens the door and vomits on his floor.

In the freestyle the boy listens to happy childrens songs.
But the crowd was heard above it.

His tummy hurts.

20 years later when his father died
there were so many things
he hadn't had the time to tell him.

And his tummy still hurts.



Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2007-03-06 at 01:55

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oooh....I want to rub it better DB!lol I am such a mumsy sort of woman sometimes. Such a sweet poem. Loved it. Just writing the poem will ease that pain. I used to get iritable bowel, I feel fine now, although i did get a lot of tum pain when I lost my partner but that too has eased, it has only taken about 20,000 poems to deal with it, but I am enjoying getting there now. Smiling at you, hoping that tummy is better soon, PS I had a similar childhood, worse infact! Tai

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2007-03-06