Death of a Nuclear Family

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


on the sixth day of the tenth month

Submitted: October 14, 2017

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Cracks begin to show in the foundation,

Falling to pieces but hanging on, for dear life.

The perfect nuclear family doesn’t exist,

Now you see what’s behind all the smoke and mirrors.

 

Pushed and pulled until the seams began to tear,

You never gave a fuck about child care.

You’re gone now, but the weight on my shoulders still remains,

Pick up the pieces and try your best to move on.

 

I blame it all on cognitive dissonance,

Positive and Negative thoughts mix inside my head.

When I was ignorant to just how bad it was,

My heart was filled to the brim with blissfulness.

 

Man of the house, is what I’ve always been,

Robbed of the chance to have a happy family.

You spent 25 years a slave, financially dependent,

How did you keep your sanity?

 

The sixth day of the tenth month,

Time slowed down when it went thermonuclear.

No roof on top of my fallout shelter,

Snow falls from the sky, but it’s black now.

 

The sixth day of the tenth month,

I watched the death of a nuclear family.

As its heartbeat stops, my eyes are dry as a desert,

Shock begins to set in at the tone of the flatline.

 

Will this house start to feel like a home soon?

Blood drips from my broken heart, deep inside.

It all blew up like aneurysm that ruptured,

Bleeding profusely but I still haven’t cried.

 

No happy ending was possible with him here,

Risking it all, just to find some peace of mind.

Never got to experience the love of a father,

There’s always gonna be an empty space in my heart.

 

Hide my pain behind these venetian blinds,

Tidal wave of emotions threatening to pull me under.

Want to purge you from my life, down to the DNA,

I die a little more inside with each passing day.

 

Cracks begin to show in the foundation,

Falling to pieces but hanging on, for dear life.

The perfect nuclear family doesn’t exist,

Now you see what’s behind all the smoke and mirrors.

 

The sixth day of the tenth month,

I watched the death of a nuclear family.

As its heartbeat stops, my eyes are dry as a desert,

Shock begins to set in at the tone of the flatline.

 


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