My parents are in the pre-divorce state and it is really hard on me. I wrote this reflection on the silent hatred in my house. The Stillness And the tears are falling, And the paper is soaking through, And the wind is blowing, And everything is still. You see the people rushing, You hear the water trickle past, You feel your heart pounding, And everything is still. You want to make a motion, Reassure yourself that you are safe. But the world rips in two. Nowhere left to hide. And one last time you look around. Yes, everything is still.
Your poem touches me deeply. It's ruff. I am sorry to hear you are in the middle of this. :sad: Have heart, it's not the end of the world. It only feels that way. Stay strong and hang in there, you will get passed this. <(^o^)>
Thank you very much. I am so glad that my poem affects people like it affects me. That is every poet's dream. I appreciate your support very much...It's a fine day indeed when a person can get support over an anonymous poetry forum. Thank you.
