The Voice of a Broken Child
Screams fill my ears
as I watch my father,
my dad,
turn into a monster
Rage fills his eyes
as he raises his hands
and with force,
brings them down.
Too long have my mother tolerated this,
too long have I witnessed this,
now was the time for action...
now was the time too fight.
My mother stands with boldness,
unafraid of the pain that she know's awaits,
and she doesn't notice me
as I stand at the door.... watching.
Without notice or force
tears stream down my face
but I do not make a sound
for I knew enough was enough.
All I could do was watch... in horror
SMASH! BANG! BOOM! CLASH!
I trembled with fear
I couldn't see who was in the lead;
the fight had moved to the bathroom.
Then, it was over.
My father stormed out of the house.
And it would be the last time I saw him...
until 3 years passed.
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