The dread

by april   Jul 29, 2007


When you come home
the last day of the week
you then start to think

for it is friday
the day you dread
because of the one who makes you sad

get everything done
before he is home
and hide before he comes

hes been working all day
with out a word to say
he just remembers its Friday.

the first thing a man goes for...
makes everything hes lived with go awkward

with a grunt and a temper
is what makes me remember
that...

when he comes home
your left alone
with the one
who drinks over
and over

dont worry i wont forget
what all has made me regret
im not the only one
stuck in this home
who has to deal with this one.

of all the memories
for it is temporary
i wont be here for long

ive been waiting for this day
to have to be away
for what it makes me feel alone

dealing with friends
it all depends
makes me feel better

but now that ive been living with it for all the years
now what is left is all my tears

most of the time i think of it in a different way
im here to fight it away

theres times of difficulty
when you think of him he'll be
just like the rest of your thoughts

but for me it isnt that easy
those are all your bad memories
for the one who hurt you most

but the day you delay is for you to remember the ways
that for one has struggled most

shes lived with it forever hoping things will get better
for as long as ive been here things have never changed

we left once or twice
but not long enough to stay away from another fight

i remember as a kid how i always sit
to get told the stories
but it gets worse
to remember in reverse

the memories from
friday to sunday
sometimes even monday.

i think again
i remembered as i did then
that hes been going through bad times

its not him
its everything out for him

everything that makes him depressed.

so just remember that what comes to that person is not whats in him
its what made him that way
for all that the person has gone through
for the things told to him that could be true

it could change that person in a very different way like the time he caused me that bad day
for all the children that was made
we all had to experience it over the days
from friday... to monday.

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