Andrew Jacob Jung Poet Free verse

Heather's House

It was my first time 
At Heather’s house
He grunts at her
I stand in the hallway
Out of his sight 
Bombs and soldiers on TV
Is he always like that?
He’s at war every day 
He doesn’t mean to hurt me
I take care of him and make sure he eats
Say the saddest brown eyes in the world
I run my fingers 
Through her dusty hair 
It was my first time
At Heather’s house

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Ellie Edwards October 15, 2019 at 2:44 PM Love this!

Line Gauthier July 17, 2019 at 8:24 PM It's a shock to see how some people live and actually think what they put up with is normal or even acceptable. Good poem, Andrew.