Childhood
By cottrell
Wed, 29 Sep 2004
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Pressing palms against my ears
Blotting out my childhood fears,
Voices raised and screams of pain.
Shouting,"oh no,not again."
Mother crying in the hall,
father stumbling trying not to fall.
I fall asleep, the dreams come fast.
Waking,sobbing - dye is cast.
Only memories, not fun and frolic.
Father was an alcoholic.
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