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Even though he's forgotten
She never can
The shouts, the swears
Still ring in her ears
He wasn't there when she fell
And she never dared tell
Tell him she was afraid
Afraid to walk the path he had lain
She wept nightly
Always sure to do so silently
For she knew all to well the danger
Of awakening his fearsome anger
The bruises of being thrown
Were never before shown
The lives led by both girls were equally bad
Though neither ever appeared forlorn, sad
They pushed it away
To the backs of their minds for another day
Accused of constantly lying
He never heard their broken souls crying
Mother never said a word
Stood by and watched, as though she never heard
Daddy, why did you give it control?
Let it rip apart a family before it had a chance to be whole?
The cries he never heard, he didn't know
Lush made him too slow.

- Title: An Age Old Tale of Woe
- Artist: Ms Thelma
- Description: My mom was telling me stories of her childhood and one day I decided to put together a poem based off of them. More personal than most other works, so some seems a bit forced to me. Goooo figure.
- Date: 05/02/2010
- Tags: lush memories
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