Frederick Kesner

Arguing

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I cry myself to sleep
safely atop my bed
when something terrible
is happening outside.

When did it start, this fight?
It gives me such a fright.
My hands are on my ears;
I try to stop the tears.

I turn back from the light;
It goes on through the night:
The shouting and the cursing
aggravates my shaking.

Please, dear Lord, let them stop,
Please let the issue drop.
Mum's got a lot to say,
Father won't give her way.

I don't know what to feel,
I didn't eat my meal.
I run in to my room
And leave them to their doom.

Safely within my bed
I cry myself to sleep
when something terrible
is happening outside.





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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 26, 2004
Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 18, 2012

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Comments about Arguing by Frederick Kesner

  • Stephen Stirk (3/9/2009 6:04:00 AM)

    I thought that this was really well written. It's portrayal is thought provoking, without being graphic. A difficult subject well written. I know so many who would see themselves in the verses of this. Sad but true.
    Steve

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  • Naseer Ahmed NasirNaseer Ahmed Nasir (2/28/2009 8:37:00 AM)

    A childhood dilemma very well written.

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  • James Watts (1/15/2005 6:27:00 AM)

    Wow this poem seemed to put all my small child thoughts into words.. when i was a toddler and small child some nights i would do this.

    Yours
    James

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  • Timothy Werner (11/27/2004 5:03:00 PM)

    Solitude i carry on my side...

    Cheers again Frederick, Sad sad story but fantastic poetry.

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  • David Gerardino (11/26/2004 10:08:00 PM)

    i have lived the poem.good job

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