The Strike

• Artist: Robot Monkey Dude
• Description: This is a poem I wrote for Creative Writing class. I just made it up. So tell me wat u tink.
• Date: 09/21/2008
• Tags: strike emodark good awesome

In my eighth year
It soon dawned on me
Why my parents fought so much.
The darkness of night
Cloaked the city swiftly.
I was with
My little sister
On the balcony
Of our hotel room.
We stood in horror,
Paralyzed by fear,
As we watched our parents fight
Like two baboons,
Screaming and jumping around.
Adrenaline pumped
Through my veins,
Making time seemingly slow down,
As I watched my father’s fist
Fly through the air,
Like a mace and flail,
And strike my mom’s face.
Then,
My anger took control of me
Like a puppeteer controls his marionette,
As I ran towards him
With tears streaming down my cheeks,
I was hitting him with desperation.
I soon exhausted myself
And fell asleep.
Life’s awkwardness passed by
Like a train in a subway.

Comments

[failxxx]

WOW that was very sad it makes you wanna cry at some parts but it is very good ^.^

[Shadow_Leonhart]

Dam, that a really sad.
Instead of that, it seem like what almost happen to my life too.