Behind the door I wait,for him to settle down.
By myself I cry,because under me I know he is still mad,
below me I can hear him yell.
Outside, he runs to find me but, still I hide.
Inside myself I know i should go, for if i don't than mom gets it.
Despite her fear,anger,and pain beyond her own feelings she tries to save us.
throughout the all the night I hear her cry, within me I wish he would die.
From my room I hear him wake under my covers I hide and wait until he departed for work that day. Against all odds, he didn't come back that day. Underneath the ground he stays , after all he doesn't ruin your lives anymore. Among the dead he will want to bully Death, for once in his life he will be the one that is bullied. And after Death is done it's God's turn to play. God is the one who judges us all at the end. With God's power he will find his place. Like we did he will now fear like we did. Above he could stay. below he could go. And never forget that God is the one you says what is wrong and what is right.
Copyright © Destiny Elwood | Year Posted 2005
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