Tales From A Life Best Forgotten


She lays in flaccid hatred love leaving with a slam of the door
Staring blindly at chipped nails
A necessity forgotten.

Children sit muted.
Knees up tight
They wait for something
Anything resembling
attention would do
Good or bad
It hardly matters.

He drags his coat along the floor.
A cigarette hung limply
From drink sodden lips
Rain drowning
the morals he left behind
Such is life.

Reah Roberts ©2012


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