with hAvOc as a memory

( not personal )

From behind the parental bedroom door

argumentative hullaballo's

loud, petty, spat out accusations instigating pathetic replies

words no longer romantically sweetened worn thin, curse broken

a soulless sourness unable to be swallowed by either screaming mouth

creating enough collateral to last the children living in each of the epicentres a lifetime,

profanely weaning them all off the verbalised love

that profusely dripped like honey coming from both hearts long ago

now sadly remembered as meaningless.

◄ inexplicable entities

is this the hope-ward road? ►

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Rose Casserley

Sat 14th Sep 2019 13:25

Raj, Don, thank you for your concerns gentlemen as to my well being which is ? while hoping the same can be said of you two guys ??, Lisa, ? Itsjust' ? and Avishek ?


" it's so bloody common "
sad to say Raj, but I don't think you are wrong.





Rose

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Don Matthews

Fri 13th Sep 2019 23:12

I'm glad of your 'not personal' beginning.

Re Raj's comment:

"Damage done never forgotten"

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Raj Ferds

Fri 13th Sep 2019 16:52

It's funny you posted this poem Rose. Spooky.
Because only a couple fo hours ago I was chatting to a friend on the same subject. It's so bloody common these diabolical domestic episodes.

My view is to watch your mouth when you are angry. Because long after the altercation has quitened down the scars of harsh, caustic words still remain. For a long, long time.

On the other hand, children deserve a harmonious garden to grow in.Why put them through all this eh?

Hope you are well. x

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