Bruised Flower
The bruised flower sleeps,
I'm waiting in the
living room battle ground.
Dawn seeps light into the room.
In this alien hill country
a hundred miles from home.
Sleeping in-laws like these
I dare not shut my eyes.
She's just one of those people
with the fate of having the wrong father.
He walked into this thing,
what kind of choice did she have
to take the blame?
Not the worst holiday I ever had,
there's been several that have been worse.
Sometimes I wonder what's the point,
but not for long...
All she wants is some love
she could really use some acceptance.
All she gets is some coldness
it tears my heart up to see it.
The bruised flower sleeps,
I'm waiting in the
living room battle ground.
Dawn seeps light into the room.
-Will Dockery (3-22-1997)
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