Black heart


Outside is a ball bouncing against a wall

A mini escape, the older boy calls

A  subtle hint of anger in an eight year old’s voice

A dark shade of sadness in a four-year old’s eyes

Hiding outdoors from the calamity inside

The evening sky camoflauges their wounds like a soldier on a mission

These two keep their distance from their ramshackle condition

They hear their father’s explosive language and their mother’s tearful plea

Neighbors cloak themselves as they pass-by

Pretending not to notice the turmoil which resides

Do they see the gravity pulling these children down?

Do they see the tears of the saddest clown?

Shattered dreams strewn across the floor

Picking up the pieces as they walk through the door

Only to be acosted with the father’s ill-tempered growls

Misplaced anger pierces as he howls

The children dance the dance that their father has taught

His web of anger, they have been caught

The cycle of violence continues to spread

Within these young hearts, blackened by dread

Outside there’s a ball rolling down the street

Haunted by the innocence that once used to be






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