By Sandy Jeffs
The poems during this assortment are an evocative documentation of the harrowing reports of a kid dwelling in a antagonistic and unsatisfied domestic. The reader is proven the discomfort, the bitterness and the combined feelings that accompany the reviews of transforming into up in a family members torn aside by means of household violence and alcoholism. reminiscence is demonstrated through remembering what one doesn't are looking to have in mind.
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You took her! You took her! Daddy, when you took Mummy you took me. 43 Every Friday Night Every Friday night you lie in wait eyeing your prey craving a carcass. Every Friday night we await the mauling praying for intercession that never comes. Every Friday night your savage moods shroud us in dread steal us of joy. Every Friday night in she walks senses numbed to endure your devouring of flesh. Every Friday night we visit the shades below as you cut our hearts into pieces tossing the bleeding bits to your cur that guards the gate— every inexorable Friday night.
We were always strangers even at my conception. The fruit of your union became the estranged child and anguished adult who despairs at the hollowness of our hapless lives. I never did know you yet I wanted to know you so badly that the ache of my heart cuts a savage swathe. If your ashes could speak dare I ask the question? If you stood before me as the man and woman you once were could you tell me who you are? I ask too much. 23 My regret should not disturb your slumber even if it keeps me from mine.
Silence is golden Lambs waiting for the slaughter we bled and bled in silence. 33 Silence is golden Silence is Silence 34 In Sullied Silence We Drowned In sullied silence we drowned Our fractured lives betrayed Trying to utter a sound We lived our lives afraid. Our fractured lives betrayed We endured unbearable pain We lived our lives afraid Our hope for love was slain. We endured unbearable pain We whispered wordless prayers Our hope for love was slain We sang our mournful airs. We whispered wordless prayers We harboured hopes to flee We sang our mournful airs Like children lost at sea.