When I was very young
all the people walked by
And I stood still and watched
Somehow learnt not to cry
And as I grew older
our house grew damp and cold
Feelings of anger raged on the wallls
Not even black paint could cover splatters of blood
And the glasses broke, trembling in fear
And when night came it took all control
Wrapped its claws around our throats
if we tried to move we would die
our sleep was no more than one huge lie;
And I grew up
I havd grown with this all
It came to me
though I did not call;
And every single day
It won't leave me alone
Don't want to remember
Can't hang up the phone;
Echoes of trauma instilled by explosions
And now I grow older and live with their blasts
All I can do is turn my head
Reach for some love to pull me through
And slowly walk along
this one safe avenue.
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