My mothers screams of anguish ringing in my ears,
My fathers words of hate bringing me to tears.

All through my childhood hearing suicide threats.
Living my life in violence and regrets.
I try to understand my parents from each and every side.
No sooner than does hate and blame rush in like a vast and angry tide.
It spews my onto the shore
Leaving me now more cold and empty than ever before.
M. FAWN SAYLOR
Feb 28, 2006

 

This is one of my first few poems ever written. This was written during a very low point in my life. Where there is no God there is no hope.