All my life i've
heard it.
Muffled yelling.
There is no escape.
Its one extreme or another.
Painful silence or muffled yelling.
I can hear it now.
Down the hall.
They try to hide it,
to go outside, to leave.
To pretend everything is
okay. That they are
happy.
But even at the young age
of five, I knew.
I knew mom and dad were
no longer happy. That
they no longer loved each other.
That it had faded
Like a sun bleached shirt,
the color was fading.
Muffled yelling.
I have lived with it for
my entire life.
Now it's like a buzz
in the back of my head.
It no longer fades.
Its just there.
Muffled yelling.
