a painful night

my mind keeps going back to that night
it was 4-5 years ago
so long ago
5th grade
i was sleeping in my room
thinking
hating this very feeling
of something going wrong
something going to happen
i can feel it
and when i saw those trucks
they pulled up
and those people
coming out
i couldn't imagine
why were they coming in my house
why?
nothing bad happened
i walk out in my pj's
and see
what exactly had happened
as two man
in yellow hats
pulled a weird thing
in my mothers room
seeing her still twitching
and shaking
i started almost crying
all i could do was sit there
as the two fire fighters
were taking my mom out of her room
and taking her to the hospital
i remember them well
one white with a jaggedly chin
looking at us
saying
"god i hate when there's children"
and the other one
black
big brown eyes
staring at us two
saying
"yeah i know,*sigh* it makes you want to cry"
as they left they were talking about
about
us?
were not just children
were her children
i thought
and i looked and
my siblings
all came out
standing with me
in shock
i ran to my room
and started to cry
my dad came in
he wouldn't tell me what happened
he didn't know
he tried to comfort
i cried even more
i kept my sister up
but i couldn't help it
i cried alone
in my bed
wondering what happened
wondering why?
and crying
and crying
and crying
and i look back
and i remember perfect
crystal clear
what happened
we visited her a couple days later
she had a seizure
thats what happened
she looked like hell
and her was tangled
they cut open her skull
and she had stitches
the feel of them made me want to cry
i looked out the window
and almost puked
how could i see her like this?
why?
i remember that day
but why?
i fear it well
that day i was teased like crazy
why should i go threw more torch er?
i sat there
and i cried
a friend
or who i thought was one
spred rumors
and when she apologized
i cried
but a burst of happiness
came threw
i had a feeling
my mother was coming home
how could i know this
i dont know
it was amazing
and when i got home
i cried
my mommy was home
but why?
why is this memorie staying
why is it comming back
i see it before my eyes
and i cry
and cry
and cry
the words get blurry
and i cant help but think
somethings going to happen
not to mom
but i dont know what

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Raj Arumugam
Awesome! Just amazing lines. When I read these lines, I feel in the presence of true poetic power. It's just so powerful. The style and the pace and rhythm are so natural and apt, hannah...
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