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Parents never stop to think how much domestic violence affects their kids! |
Ear pressed hard against the wall Heart beating like the Ashanti drums Drowning in hot blood rushing through veins She listens Breath held to quieten bodily sounds Nothing escaping pricked ears Behind closed doors danger looms Taunting her lost soul The proverbial struggles begin Muffled sounds gain tempo Screams pierce the dark night Furniture screech, glasses break to wake the dead She tries to move still she stays Knees wobbling like jelly Palms sweaty, suffocating Painfully pressing harder against the cold wall Fear and hurt long replaced by despair Disillusionment followed by betrayal Wallowing in self-pity Vexed at her own helplessness She tries to cry no tears succumb Same script different night Slowly numbed she recoils back to her shell Immune to the wounds she'll attend Death dances precariously within reach Hope ever so evasive Pain embraced like a comrade Happiness a myth to the soul She scrambles away to bed Eyes closed brain racked New ways to please formulated Daring to hope tomorrow he wont fight She stays for her Love and hate created through blame One sweet day her cocoon shed The docile child will fly away from pain Fly away like a butterfly... |