Fragile Glass Poem by karen sinclair
Fragile Glass
Its all so hostile within these walls
Mother screams
Father bawls
Children huddle, listen intent
Mother retaliates, fathers hellbent
Wide eyes, witheld breath
Silenced room, depth
Each sound dissected
Each thud stored
The yelps and pangs cannot be ignored
Theres internal battles due to actions of spite
THe worry most pressing
Will it last to daylight
Summer windows opened so neighbours may relish
Reality distorted
Imaginations embellish
With language most vile no child should listen
Another glass broken so its beauty may glisten
The walls they ache with the stench of abuse
Children's lives wasted
Emotions misused
Excellently penned poem on the subject of abuse, which too many children experience.
Oh, I also was brought up under this regime, it stays with me always....So pleased you can let it out, I have always found it hard to. Be happy now. A brilliant sad poem.
I can only hope you can withstand the things related in your very descriptive poem.Good Luck.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 9:49:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I feel that his staunch write is some what restrained and yet it's brutal honesty is sadly compelling but repugnant. Domestic violence effects so many and it's consequences far reaching. The beauty released by the broken glass is a beautiful metaphor for the release from the cursed environment, shattered but with a retained intrinsic strength and beauty, defiant against brutality.