Angry voices - a sonnet

I heard the angry voices from next door;

it chilled the broken pieces of my heart.

My parents used to fight through

pain, sickness, twisted love. Our simple part

to hide our heads in shame. You slammed

the door to make a point; the point

was lost inside our brains; we’re blamed

for each and every word. You coined

the damning phrase— “if you loved me.”

Though lon…