life with a drug addict
get up early, take kids away
rush off to work
get home, cook and clean everyday
help the kids with school work
sports, send them out to play
before the drug addict gets home
pray he doesnt come home today
when he walks through the door
starts to holler and cuss
hitting, throwing things
making accusations at us
holes in the walls
children crying
broken toys and hearts
inside dying
finally getting to bed
to be awoken at midnight
hes out of drugs
so wants to fight
getting up and dressed
have to take the kids
run out get him some
he stays home all hid
cant leave them home
alone with him
if they shall awake
he might hurt them
getting what he demands
just to have peace
still not enough for him
cant get help from the police
he sits and does his drugs
for awhile
comes to bed
with a big stupid smile
says hes horny
demands i give in
i hate his touch
hate this life iv lived in
i hate his voice
i hate his smell
i hate him near me
but he cant tell
then his cock doesnt work
but blames me
its his drugs
but, he doesnt see
my kids are hurting
this life they live in
i died inside
but one day, awoke again
taking my kids
moving far away
leaving it all behind
so we see another day
this is only part of things
a lot more went on
but
now i am gone
it couldve been a lot worse
like being killed or sitting in jail
but now im alive and free from him
to tell this tale
WOW that was fantastic! ! a truly amazing poem....10 for tiyler very well done! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i feel like you have taken words from my heart and soul and put them on this screen to let me know that i have not been alone! i love this! i am hoping to be able to share some of my poetry on here, ive been writing for awhile but afraid 2 share can anyone share the secret of just letting go? !