Broken Home

Let me tell you a story about a girl named Dana
At birth, she saw her father maybe once or twice
Her parent’s relationship had been chipping like a paint job over time
From the beginning there was no rapport, only lust
Therefore the crust of the whole could easily disintegrate to dust
Her father left on the second day of May, her mother didn’t say why, nor did he say goodbye
Throughout the years her mother jumped from job to job
Always compromised by her throbbing heart
Soon enough Dana’s relationship with her mom fell apart
“These walls keep growing thinner! Your tears soak the money we don’t have, and it’s been three days since I’ve had dinner!”
Her mother cried in her arms, for she had let her daughter down
Looking around, the whole house, decorated in dust, was turning brown
Soon her mother became extremely unstable, unable to function, provide
She couldn’t shelter herself from the burning demons inside
“Your father lied” she bellowed waving her fist
“Some fellows are good and some are bad; I truly missed”
Dana and her mother soon lived in a house with wooden flats for doors
Because once upon a time her mother was deceived by lust and didn’t score
Ten years to the day her father left, so did her mother, her demons won the battle
Now Dana is alone, balancing on a knife against a rough pale wall
The most important lesson her mother had taught her
The lesson that she vows to live by till the day she dies
She would choose the right fellow, out of them all