In the darkness i did sit upon my bed i did not fit, <br />Behind the door the sounds did come of screams and bangs it wasn't fun, <br />My mothers crys were harsh to hear as i sat there and covered my ears, <br />And as they burst through the door the pain she felt as he poured, <br />Another hand to her face, another foot in its place, <br />They was hard and they come fast her frail body would not last, <br />When he finished his beating bash her tiny body just collapsed, <br />Scared and confused i didn't no what to do, <br />As his hand hit my face i tryed to protect without trace, <br />The pain she felt was evident then the ringing and throbbing i wish would end, <br />When he left i ran 2 her she was there upon the floor, <br />Blood had covered the carpet around I thought she was dead she didn't make a sound, <br />I was young only five but i really hoped she was alive, <br />What happened next i dont recall my soul just wants to forget it all, <br />i was young but i still remember i was scared of all that terror! ! !<br /><br />Teza Lee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/domestic-violence-11/
