she sits there,
her mother with the bottle in the hand
the father with the drugs
Do they realize she is there or are they absent of her presence.
The older she gets the worse it gets
what life have they startd her on?
too late to do anything the mum is gone
then the dad
left alone with no where else she moves from place to place
trying to find meaning to life, with hope fading fast
until she meets him, slowly she finds that hope
until
BAM! its gone again
with a baby on the way and the hubby on the boos,
oh know its that past she wante to avoid
whats there to do but avoid it....
so that night while the hubby slept she grabs a knife and stabs him between the heart and cries
then in one move she is gone not regretting what she did one bit
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem