Broken Record

Tear stained cheeks, she paces the room wondering how to make him happy... happily ever never....this man's as bad as the last Moonless sky overcast, she's peering through clouds so grey praying tommorow is one of his good days anguish is her surrogate lover, embracing the pain thats flowing Mistreatment is her normalcy, what a life.... this isn't love! Is this love? Broken by the pace of this life's broken record repeatedly beaten, won't this song stop playing? She's resorted to praying...But the only answers she hears are those of his yelling down halls Choking back sobs, she fixates on pleasing him appeasing his evil, calming his monster Memories of smiles seem impossibly distant running barefoot, dirty summerdress sun-filled days seemed magic and endless pretending tiaras adorned her... Mom yelled, diminishing the fantasy...her tears stopped me from running, playing She pulled her daughter in, gripping too tightly As if this girl's innocence would shield her it does....in that she can escape in that genuine feeling escape from that yelling from down the hall....He's so mad! What had Mom done to displease him? She lets go of her daughter...turns to play the old Victrola that old song!! She remembers that record....she always will