Poetry

It was 3am in the morning
She woke up at the sound of shout
Again her parents were fighting
She was just five years old to understand this.
 
Tears were rushing through her brown eyes
Her parents had no time to see this
Her heart was buried under the ground
She was so used to this horrified sound.
 
Her father turned and walked away
Daughter and mother in silent dismay
Careless father lost her careful daughter
He got drunk and never returned.
 
That little girl has now turned sixteen
But she couldn’t forget that heart aching scene
She hates her father for what he did
He only ran away from responsibility.
 
From then she hates every guy
Who comes her way
She’s afraid to take any chance
Her trust had been broken once.