A/N: trigger warning for d0mestic violence, please be careful <3
Sometimes I feel as though I'm the one thing holding this family together. My devotion to acting as some sort of glue tends to go unnoticed though.
Children charge out the door for school, as if they're desparate to get out.
Their mother carefully picks up her keys, acting like there is a monster that must not be disturbed.
A man lays sleeping on the couch, waiting for the slightest noise to wake him up so he can hunt his next prey.
Then it's just us, alone. That is how it is often, that is how I like it. He isn't conscious when we are alone, he seems to have forgotten I exist. Yet I see all. I feel when he runs into me and I feel when he pushes his wife or children into me. I hear their screams as his fist connects with their forehead. I hear the hushed whispers, "don't wake up dad", "don't cry", "shhh, its okay" but it's never okay.
For I am the building in which they live,
I am the haunted house these wonderful children return to each night.
I am the useless walls. I protect them from the weather, but not from the true storm.
And I detest that I am unable to do so.
A/N: I wrote this ages ago and I have mixed feelings on it but I love the 2nd last sentence so it's okay 🙏 its also not really poetry but its fine
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Poetry (or Whatever This is)
الشعرsome random poems/ poetry type stuff i guess im sure the title really sells it. careful with triggering topics
