Poetry At Age 7 Poem by Joshua Bantum

I hear screams, yells, temperamental like water
Boiling on the stove.

I feel so much in conflict with me, there’s so much to feel,
And I want to cry,
I was crying, but no one listened,
But I listened to the terror, it fell down the stairs, it fell into my room, it fell
Over my brother asleep next to me,
and it settled over I
Awake, surrounding me like the darkness in our room
It chased sleep away.

I was crying, but no one listened
But maybe now
With this
someone will listen later.