Stuck in the middle,
of the endless lies.
Taking sides and
the secrets arise.
Worrying about
your faded smile.
Wanting to see
you make life
worthwhile.
Afraid of the
future, what it
will be.
Not wanting
unhappiness
or a broken
family.
Be careful
of the choices
that you desire.
Or risk taming
the flames of
a family fire.
Yes! It’s about time there was a poem with a bit of rhythm. Wicked! Is it about your family?
Thankyou! I’m glad you liked it 🙂
Yes it is about my family, I only really
write personal poems.