That


A Play in the shadows



When screaming didn't help
whilst shouting made everyone deaf,
I taught myself to whisper my agony


When no one wanted to hear me bleed

then water seemed
the best sound to emulate;

shaping myself into any vessel around,
I grounded myself, to all floors:

My mother told me to be quiet
when she took me from my room, away
in to her bed;
so that my father, drunken, wouldn't wake the young
seal, dormant,

the fight
I faught
between a married couple
still beeing just a young child
in the middle of things

where no one hears you scream.



Words by Ivan R
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Written on 2014-02-14 at 06:36

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The read was impressive in its depth! A melancholy and evocative poem showing memories for a young child dealing with problems way beyond his capability at his young age. The metaphors are lingering and memorable. A bit dark and all beautiful.
~Ashe
2014-02-15



Hauntingly beautiful, tinged with sadness and an emerging emotional strength. Thanks for sharing.
2014-02-14