
The argument echo's across the hall
Sneaking through closed doors and booming televisions
Carrying the weight of broken trust and broken boundaries
We bury ourselves in a salon of grungy songs and fantastical stories
The all to real depiction of the adult domestic struggle and vitriol bursts through the door pleading, and begging for help
Mislead by poor environments, the eldest of next generation agrees to take the responsibility for their parents mistakes.
Not part of the poem. This is one of my personal favorites that I have written. I hope whoever reads it enjoys it and has a fantastic day.
About the Creator
Beau Derive Plasir
I like writing moody poems. Hope you enjoy.


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