In the end
She turned out just fine.
Despite…
Her dad sat at the wooden table
Covered in scratches.
Glass in hand.
The amber liquid
Shone in the light
Like a genie out of its lamp.
In the end
She turned out just fine.
Despite…
Her mum cried on the floor,
Beaten and broken.
The burnt stew reeked
Of lost hope.
In the end
She turned out just fine.
Despite…
Her elder brother
Walked up an alley.
He stared ahead
But couldn't see.
A white devil
Flowed along his veins
Till it killed him.
In the end
She turned out just fine.
Despite…
Her little sister
Was just thirteen
And turning tricks.
Just a sweet girl
In a cruel world.
In the end
She turned out just fine.
Despite…
She doesn't look back.
She has forgotten about her past.
She tries
So hard.
She smiles at her wee daughter
And walks on … fast.
A good start with a nice poem, Maria. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A captivating tale expertly narrated in a poignant piece of poetry. Very heartfelt. Thanks for sharing Maria.
Thanks for reading.