Sit and Listen


The kinesthetics of the burns from a lit cigarette was protuberant
Just like the stench of alcohol that streamed throughout every blood cell in his veins
The smell of pain that yearned to burst into your existence
You were cautious with every single decision you embarked upon,
Until the days where he’d call you princess, and you sat and listened
He’d flip you a silver dollar pancake,
That once a simple act that tore at every essence of love immersed inside of you
Making you long for that unreliable remark of “family,”
The concept of a family that was an alien to you,
It would come into your life, but only for instance
An instance broke with the echoing grill that sizzled of completion,
Simultaneous completion with your lone childhood memory
Broken, but you wait
Change hasn’t happened, but you remain
You contain hope, hope for a new beginning
Yet, hope will readily trace itself into the darkness,
Unless you choose to dislodge the demons that have become amorous for you

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem