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I'M Suppose To Love

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The sound of fighting jolts me from sleep, alone in the darkness of my room. And tears wash away fragments of dreams, as angry screams dominate the gloom. I hide under my blanket in fear as anguish rips the love from my heart. And I pray to God, please make it stop, but it doesn't, and hope falls apart. Dad flings empty beer bottles at mom, hollering that he's nobody's fool! And I wish he would pass out again, or mom would back off and let things cool. Muffled rants follow bouts of crying as hurtful words erupt into tears. And loud shouts explode into the night while I curl up and cover my ears. Punches start inflecting undo pain, for as always, push morphs into shove. And hugging my knees, I wet the bed, I hate this man; I'm supposed to love. (Quatrain) 5/6/2017

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Line Gauthier

Date: 5/15/2018 8:32:00 PM

Wow! A most powerful write, Emile.

Emile Pinet
Date: 5/16/2018 8:27:00 AM

Thanks Line, I appreciate your support my friend, Emile.

Elisa Christensen

Date: 5/9/2017 4:37:00 AM

Emile, I so agree with Marcia's comments. It takes tremendous courage to write about your childhood trauma. You are using your words to heal yourself, because once you can write about the experience, then you now have the power over all of those bad nights, and the boogieman can no longer show up. You've taken charge! Congratulations, my fellow poet. May your words always serve you so well. Elisa

Emile Pinet
Date: 5/9/2017 9:32:00 AM

Thanks Elisa, unfortunately many people share my story, as always your comments and support are most welcome my friend, Emile.

Maria Williams

Date: 5/8/2017 2:35:00 AM

My dear Emile, I really needed time to think on this one. It really cut me up completely, I love kids and no child should have to go through this. Having said that I do have the greatest respect for you for baring your soul so to speak, and showing the world in spite of the past ,what an incredible strong person you have become.An example to all. Maria

Emile Pinet
Date: 5/8/2017 9:49:00 AM

Thanks Maria, I can feel your compassion in your words my friend, and it is comforting feeling. Emile.

Edward Mccall

Date: 5/6/2017 5:01:00 PM

That was me in the house where I grew up,and You described my dad to a tea. What a sad yet powerful and well written poem Emile. thank you for sharing it.

Emile Pinet
Date: 5/6/2017 5:18:00 PM

Thanks Edward, for sharing you story, your comments and support are most welcome my friend, Emile.

Eve Roper

Date: 5/6/2017 2:35:00 PM

Wonderful write, Emile, and a 7. Oh, I know this so well… as I grew up this way , but by the time I became 15 I was standing in front of her so she wouldn't get hurt and it just made it worse. And till this day my mom still is madly in love with him even though his passed… Can we truly change ourselves not to become this person or you are what you see and eat….

Emile Pinet
Date: 5/6/2017 5:18:00 PM

Thanks Eve, for sharing you story, as always your comments and support are most welcome my friend, Emile.

Niall Fulham

Date: 5/6/2017 2:26:00 PM

Hi Emile, very well described raw description of the brutality drink has on home life , I worked for many years in the addiction field and saw this first hand so many suffer :((

Emile Pinet
Date: 5/6/2017 5:17:00 PM

Thanks Niall, your comments and support are most welcome my friend, Emile.

Sheila Sacks

Date: 5/6/2017 2:07:00 PM

I'm wondering if you're the little boy in this wonderful but very sad poem, Emile. I grew up with an alcoholic father so your words touched me deeply. Hugs...Sheila

Emile Pinet
Date: 5/6/2017 2:11:00 PM

Thanks Sheila, yes I have to admit I was that boy many long years ago... I appreciate your comments, Emile.

Eileen Manassian

Date: 5/6/2017 11:56:00 AM

Oh....Oh Emile...This ripped me up. How can the world be so ugly...How can little ones be exposed to things they can no bear or understand. My heart goes out to the little boy here...

Emile Pinet
Date: 5/6/2017 12:45:00 PM

Thank you Eileen, your comments have touched my heart, Emile.

Glen Schwartz

Date: 5/6/2017 11:32:00 AM

This was so touching, I found myself wanting to cry for that little boy, or knock that drunks lights out.. This is a 7 and I'm so glad I read it..

Emile Pinet
Date: 5/6/2017 12:44:00 PM

Thanks so much Glen, your comments are a reflection of your heart, I appreciate your support, Emile.