Free At Last

A rush of force hits my face As bare skin touches bare skin And all feeling escapes from my now raw cheek The stinging subsides but now my heart is pounding hard and loud He will hear it, he won’t want to hear it Now he's up in my face as we breathe the same air And share the same breath I feel nothing from head to toe No courage to move No will to speak And no energy to fight back I see her laying lifelessly on the floor My skin itching and tearing apart But I can’t seem to stir up any reason to help her I wanna hit myself for acting like a fool My chest is tight and breathing now seems impossible As if shards of glass enter my lungs and pierce every inch Making my body feel like dead weight I wanna give up I will let him win But he always wins He gets the first hit, the first laugh, the last punch I let him paint my body in purple and blue bruises And abstracts cuts and scratches To him they are magnificent creations of art Art that makes the canvas feel ashamed But the audience feel powerful It’s all wrong cruel and sick But my mother is the one who takes blame for all of it I killed her by simply just standing still And watching his big hands vishously wrap around her tiny neck Straining the life from my mothers deep green eyes To darks pits of black He covered her with hated loved to then shower her with roses It was wrong and I did nothing So now I must do something My hands franticly shaking But my eyes dart across the room I see it My way out My baseball bat that I’ve had forever That is just simply an accessory of my childhood But is now a weapon of war I soar across the room and dismount it from the wall Instantly swing, and immediately coming in contact with the skull of my father Not enough to kill but enough to escape I AM FREE