By P.T. Heart
Long evening sunsets flowed
Growing up, summers ago
That evening light ever glow
Shadows dark & long
and light so warm
Painted my bedroom walls
golden orange pink,
bright piercing seared
on walls of my memory
In this place called home
You made it scary
to be around you
to eat in front of you
to speak in front of you
Around the kitchen table
everything had to be right
And when it wasn’t
it was the silence in your voice
where your anger was the loudest
Where being angry wasn’t enough,
your shadow of anger loomed
Annoyed, dark growing
Temper, slowly looming
Anger, heavy stewing
Let loose with no warning
Storm
Words flying
And I shrink, cover
away from all,
from you
It was your words of anger
that spoke the loudest
Because you never wanted to hear
what I wanted to say,
so there was no reason to say
or speak to you
And now I’m quiet
Shouting yelling
your anger so loud
painted a memory’s frame
Where you left scars on the walls
these walls of memory’s time
In this place called home
where sunsets shadow long