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II A daughter's diary II He was home again, drunk

II A daughter's diary II

He was home again, drunk;
First time in long six months.
Shabby clothes, eyes red,
stincking yuck.

We saw him infront of us,
Kissing shamelessly our mother. 
We Saw her, wipping it off too;
with a stained cleaning rag, 
shoving it then to smoke, in the kitchen fire; 
reflecting the bleak and fateful life of Her's. 

Later that night, 
when all of us went back retreat,
Feeble voices from next room arguments; 
Kept us awake stirring utmost turbulence. 
heard our mother's wrenching whimpers;
Creeping, fear and frightening thoughts of despair. 

Hugging little brother to ever toughest of sleeps,
filled full pensive from all these experiences; 
I scribbled, to wipe my mother's tears off;
through choices of words, of Immeasurable pains ever.  #yqbaba #yourquote #aestheticthoughts #peppeboy #yqenglish #diary #daughter #painfullife
II A daughter's diary II

He was home again, drunk;
First time in long six months.
Shabby clothes, eyes red,
stincking yuck.

We saw him infront of us,
Kissing shamelessly our mother. 
We Saw her, wipping it off too;
with a stained cleaning rag, 
shoving it then to smoke, in the kitchen fire; 
reflecting the bleak and fateful life of Her's. 

Later that night, 
when all of us went back retreat,
Feeble voices from next room arguments; 
Kept us awake stirring utmost turbulence. 
heard our mother's wrenching whimpers;
Creeping, fear and frightening thoughts of despair. 

Hugging little brother to ever toughest of sleeps,
filled full pensive from all these experiences; 
I scribbled, to wipe my mother's tears off;
through choices of words, of Immeasurable pains ever.  #yqbaba #yourquote #aestheticthoughts #peppeboy #yqenglish #diary #daughter #painfullife