A Sight in a House Dark and Dreary
A sight in a house dark and dreary,
As I emerge from my room so curious,
As gingerly I walk down the hall by the den,
Three forms I see on separate sides, not looking at one another.
Over each a depressing mood hangs, awful, awful depressing mood,
Sad and sorrowful mood filling all.
Terrified to make a move, I stand,
Then with light fingers I wipe a tear from the form’s face;
Who are you woman so sad and distraught, with a tear-stained face, and hair pulled out at the roots?
Who are you my dear mother?
Then to the second I step—and who are you strong man and father?
Who are you man full of rage and frustration?
Then to the third—a face nor crying nor angry, very shocked, as white as a ghost;
Young child, I think I know you—I think this is the face of a broken home,
Whipped and bleeding and neighbor to all, and here he cries.
As I emerge from my room so curious,
As gingerly I walk down the hall by the den,
Three forms I see on separate sides, not looking at one another.
Over each a depressing mood hangs, awful, awful depressing mood,
Sad and sorrowful mood filling all.
Terrified to make a move, I stand,
Then with light fingers I wipe a tear from the form’s face;
Who are you woman so sad and distraught, with a tear-stained face, and hair pulled out at the roots?
Who are you my dear mother?
Then to the second I step—and who are you strong man and father?
Who are you man full of rage and frustration?
Then to the third—a face nor crying nor angry, very shocked, as white as a ghost;
Young child, I think I know you—I think this is the face of a broken home,
Whipped and bleeding and neighbor to all, and here he cries.
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We had to write a "copy-cat" poem for my English 3 Honors course, and I figured I'd post it on Mibba for feedback before actually turning it in.It was inspired by a good friend of mine, who is the face of a broken home. I love her dearly and hope her home life gets better.