The Devil In a Bottle
~The Devil in a Bottle~
Waves or fears so thick you could feel them ripple up the stairs…
The screams the pleadings the sobs,
We would chant our well learnt prayers…
We learnt them from over use; we learnt them off by rote,
Huddled together at night in bed - underneath the overcoat.
That is our blanket on the bed for three.
Please God don’t let our dad hurt our pretty mum-my.
This nightly prayer was our plea, we nightly did espouse
Because we learned the devil- he had now entered our house.
Our dad was the nicest man around, but the devil was spirits and beer.
He could be so happy until his drink - filled us all with fear.
Our mum became religious to fight this devil away
But she was never strong enough even though she would pray all day.
The happy days came when he went to work at sea.
Weeks of peace, we enjoyed we were happy all could see.
We forgot about how easily when he was home, the life that we enjoyed.
Happiness and fun soon left us as he quickly became annoyed.
Then the ripple of tension and fear would creep back in the house
Made us wish we could hide in a hole, just like a little mouse
Hidden away scurrying through walls, and in between floors
Not having to listen to - screams behind closed bedroomdoors.
© ~GG~ 2/08/2012
THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION
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