Category : Poems

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I hear the neighbors' quarrels every night, 
I already know when another quarrel starts.
I don't know how to react now,
 In most cases, the police don't even come. 

 I hear their quarrel every day,
 Feeling like frost.
 I have never seen their face, 
But their screams haunt my thoughts.
Thinking of their child, 
If they have one -I'm not sure...  

Domestic violence, slapping, punching, beating,
 This is not the right way to treat one person,
The person you say you have feelings for. 

 I would change so many things
 But I feel powerless at the same time.
Their screams take my breath away,
Thinking about my terrible past.