Away From Hell

Stepping lightly across splintering old wooden floor Tiptoe cautiously past the open bedroom door Sucking in not daring to breath as I silently pass by Soft raspy snoring giving way, able now to breath a sigh The alcohol it seems has now taken its blessed affect No evidence left that might cause one to suspect Stench of smoke and liquored breath permeates the air Looking one more time at the devil advocate lying there Slipping out and softly closing what felt like my prison door New life with hope yet not knowing what lay in store Yet somehow willing to take what ever lie ahead Knowing life exists without this awful sense of dread First breath of freedom bringing overwhelming joy Thanking God I'll no longer be the sadists toy