Thursday, 9 April 2009

sad face

My childhood sounds
are not happy ones,
The crunching angry blows
from a father who drank.
The screeching shouts from
mother who didnt care.
My own sounds of muffled
sobbing tears i cry.
But silence now
as i hide in my secret place.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This is a big hug to fill the space left by writing something so sad