I Can Breath Know
I wake up in the night.
I hear the door slam.
I rush out of my room oh it’s the same again
my dad usually goes out for fresh air.
My dad say’s he can’t sleep at night but everyday
that seems strange.
It’s twelve o clock as I suddenly wake up by the
noise so loud it frightens me.
The noise doesn’t stop it get’s louder.
So I go downstairs and I peep through the window.
It’s my dad holding an axe and hitting the wall.
He is sweating all over but continues to hit the wall.
The wall then cracks like tears falling from a child’s
The wall slowly crumbles and falls down.
My dad laughs so loud you can hear it.
He drops the axe as I quickly rush upstairs.
I wake up the next morning oh what a wonderful morning I can
Copyright © Rajesh Sharma | Year Posted 2005
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