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A Typical Friday Night
A typical Friday night,
Sitting in my room,
Listening to my parents fight.
I start to get tired,
So I slip into bed,
And turn off the light.
I toss and turn,
I can't sleep
Knowing my mother is trying to protect me.
I hear a vase break,
I heard feet stomp so loud,
It makes the ground shake.
My father is crying,
I can hear him so loud.
My mother wants me to pick a side,
Is that even allowed?
Sitting in my room,
Listening to my parents fight.
I start to get tired,
So I slip into bed,
And turn off the light.
I toss and turn,
I can't sleep
Knowing my mother is trying to protect me.
I hear a vase break,
I heard feet stomp so loud,
It makes the ground shake.
My father is crying,
I can hear him so loud.
My mother wants me to pick a side,
Is that even allowed?
Published 27th Apr 2017
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29th Apr 2017 11:39pm
13th May 2017 10:26am
Ah the trials of adolescence and families - food for thought indeed - I liked your verses
