Arguing
I cry myself to sleep
safely atop my bed
when something terrible
is happening outside.
When did it start, this fight?
It gives me such a fright.
My hands are on my ears;
I try to stop the tears.
I turn back from the light;
It goes on through the night:
The shouting and the cursing
aggravates my shaking.
Please, dear Lord, let them stop,
Please let the issue drop.
Mum's got a lot to say,
Father won't give her way.
I don't know what to feel,
I didn't eat my meal.
I run in to my room
And leave them to their doom.
Safely within my bed
I cry myself to sleep
when something terrible
is happening outside
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poem by Frederick Kesner
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