Caught in the Middle

I'm stuck.

I'm stuck in the middle.

In the middle of a fight I never wanted part of.

A fight that shouldn't involve me, but it does.


I hear the yelling and threats and oral abuse.

I only wish I could be of use.

Of use to help bring peace and end this war.

A war between a son and his father.


I envy her who can get away.

She can leave and not get caught in the fray.

I wish I wasn't caught in the middle.

It only makes me feel more little.

Too little to do something good.

Too little to bring peace like I thought I would.


When does it end?

When does the relationship start to mend?

The relationship between father and son shouldn't involve verbal hurts

and curseful words.

There should be a bond and love for one another.

But all i see is hatred and cruelty to each other.


I only pray that one day I might escape.

That maybe in my absence,

Healing might commence.

However for now I'm caught in the middle,

Of this unending father-son rival.

This poem is about: 
My family


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