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I Told You So

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By Amanda LyonsPublished 2 days ago 1 min read
I Told You So
Photo by Artis Kančs on Unsplash

The only help I get from my parents is

“I told you so”

Not nearly enough.

So I sweep the crumbs

Under the rugs

For the mice that live in our walls.

THEY listen but offer only scratches

in winter.

And I don’t speak in creaks.

The sagging floor in the bathroom begs me

not to step on it.

So I put a dirty towel down to muffle

it's screaming.

One day it will let go,

and I will fall through

landing in the crawl space

with no money to help it see us through

another hundred years.

Yes, our house has a birthday coming,

that centennial age.

If these walls could talk I’m sure they’d say

“I told you so” too.

Escape! Escape! They’d yell now.

I know! I know!

I want to, I will…

but…money…

It’s never there when you need it.

ElegyFamilyFree VerseheartbreakMental Healthsad poetryStream of Consciousness

About the Creator

Amanda Lyons

Eclectic stream of consciousness and dark surrealism. What photography does for life I do for thought, emotions, and experiences. The genres can range from romance to horror but my favorite is suspense.

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  • Gabriel Shames2 days ago

    Wow, evokes everything about how tough it must’ve been. And you can feel the length of 100 years. Almost inconceivable!

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