The Infrequent Truce
An Uncommon Poem
A rare night of peace,
Fake smiles abound.
We sat in that room,
Not making a sound.
Talking was a risk,
Threatening the infrequent truce.
So silence smothered us,
As tight as a noose.
But an invisible slight
And the treaty was broken.
War was imminent -
Not a single word had been spoken.
You stood, cloaked in rage -
None of us understood,
How a silent family moment
Could've swung to bad from good.
The door slammed shut,
Forever cutting that familial tie.
I packed one hour later,
Failing too to say goodbye.
But mine was final -
This had become about survival.
Those rare nights of peace,
For a child...
Too..
Rare.
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Christopher Donovan
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