ANOTHER BLOODY SUNDAY...
poem by:
Frank Hornby .
Written
on Jan 19, 2018
"Another miserable bloody Sunday, my mum is arguing again,...with him, I can't stomach all this fighting, the future looks bloody grim. Why bother being married? When all they do, is fight! Is this all there is to living? Surely something isn't right. I can't wait to leave this fuckin' place! can't wait to get away, but I don't want to leave her alone with..him, otherwise I'd leave today. Will she ever find true happiness? instead of living lies, but she will only learn to smile again...when the evil bastard dies!"
Tags: Pain, Anger, Confused, Sad, Hate,
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Frank Hornby . commented on Jan 19, 2018 at 12:15pm
........Thoughts of a 14yr old......
Fadrian Bartley
commented on Aug 30, 2018 at 3:06am
I like this piece very nice
Michael Wise
commented on Mar 05, 2019 at 8:57pm
I hope you aren't speaking from personal experience here. It's quite cleverly worded, and funny in a dark way.
Frank Hornby .
commented on Mar 06, 2019 at 6:36pm
Yeah it is personal.....not very nice memories.....waited until I was sixteen to do something about it....thanks for your comment Michael...ðŸ‘
Frank Hornby .
commented on Mar 06, 2019 at 6:37pm
...and thank you Fadrian...ðŸ‘
