Miscommunication
We are hungry, we wait to eat,
Mom is late, come home at dark.
Dad stands out to wait, mom opens garage.
Accidently closed it on dad.
Fight
Miscommunication, When were you supposed to come home?
I hear "idiot, b***h, divorce" I think,
I want to be with mom.
I hide in my room, in the dark
Wanting to have it stop.
I have a door in my room, to the backyard,
Escape, escape, but I can't move.
If other could see me sitting here,
the pity they would feel.
But I'm hungry food is just down the hall.
"Come eat!' I hear from an angry voice.
I wander into the crossfire, slowly.
I grab food and run back, back to the darkness and dispair.
Then I sit, while writing here.
One last yell, the fight calms down.
Only to begin another day. I sit.
Hoping to die and be free of this cycle of miscommunication.
