The Runaway Poem by Silverinna Annastasia

He's running.
He cannot stand it.
The screaming.
The crying.
The broken promises.
The crushed dreams.
He's running away, getting a new life.
Something must be better than this, surely?
He takes his bag, his clothes, his dreams, his heart.
He leaves them while they fight over him, again.
He takes off, though he'll miss the small bits of the good times.
Buy they wouldn't care.
They never had.

He ran away.
A long time ago, now.
He walks in the door, and he kisses his wife.
She smiled and rubs her belly.
He kisses her belly for she is heavy with their child.
Soon, he will have a son.
But they will show him love.
They will not fight.
No screaming.
No crying.
He'll keep promises to his son.
He'll keep his son dreams true.
They'll shower him in love and understanding.