Childhood Home (Warning: Abuse)

[hopefularahant]

Muddy footprints etched into the cherry hardwood,
Voices echo off the walls, filling the room.
An empty table with bodiless seats stands forgotten.<
Parasitic love soaks into the walls.
Handprints magnify to a deep crimson.<
Forever imprinted into the skin
Of a frail woman living for her child.

Voices become louder,
a terrifying crescendo of human hatred,i quite like this
feeding off the absence of marital love.

Pieces of a broken bottle litter the wooden strips.
Blood paints smooth black and white marble
of an artificial bathroom sink,
Scattered shards of glass mirror the truth
like whispered apologies at night
shaded a repugnant yellow.confused on what the last three lines are saying
Tears carve patterns in the worn skin.

A hastily packed suitcase waits by the door.
A child’s miniscule hand grasps tightly to
the cracked fingers of his mothers’.

Some of the poem is difficult to decypher, and seems almost too poetic.  On the other hand, you kind of flat out describe some things, and it makes it difficult to put an image to the words, some more describing words in different places would help.  A lot of "and"s and "the"s, though that might just be my personal bent.  Aside from this a well penned poem