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Sounds of a clock
What’s for breakfast?
A Kick and a punch
Served with the same toast
With dry old milk
Rotten outdated beyond moral help
The dishes drown in melted grease
Your heart squeezes in disbelief
Tik Tok
Sounds of a clock
What’s for Lunch?
Insults drizzled in jealousy and hate
Mocking words and hateful voices
Potato chips transform into knives
Parents that imitate bullish bullies
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Sound of the clock
What’s for supper?
An empty plate
More bruises blood spilt on the dining table
Fake laughter for Fake guests
Wine glasses filled with tears
The bedroom window opens
Cold frost air more inviting
Than a house that's supposedly warm
Concrete floor,
A sudden fall
Crack boom
And then soon
You’re dead.
The meaning behind this poem is hyperbolic. It explores the emptiness that some children, adults or teenagers feel in abusive or careless family ties and relationships. Do not ever take poetry too literally. Then again when reading my work you will have to learn how to interpret and think for yourself. This isn't science. This isn't yes or no.
It's the abstract magic of words.
Written by C: Consciousthoughts