When she can't bear the pain

I run up to my room, where I lay

My head in my hands and start to pray

I close my eyes as they start to fight

I know she’ll be in for it tonight

 

I hear a crash and than a scream

He’s using her to let off his steam

My mother is his punching bag

“You b***h!” he screams, “You s**t! You hag!”

 

What could she have ever done

To deserve violence from this scum?

I can hear her pleading, “Jordan, no!”

I smell her fear from the floor below

 

Now I can’t stand it anymore

This pain that must be in store

For her, my wonderful mother

Who wouldn’t ever hurt another

 

Abandoning my safe refuge

I know I have nothing to lose

I run downstairs to stop the fight

Or else he might kill her tonight!

 

A strangled cry; “Go back to bed!”

I’m terrified she’ll wind up dead

“Don’t you touch her!” I scream with rage

I’m in control, taking centre stage

 

He grabs her neck and shakes her hard

But I stand firm and on my guard

“Let go! Don’t touch her! Don’t you dare!”

And fix him with a steely glare

 

He hesitates but then does so

Turns away and starts to go

My mother holds me, close and tight

So close that I can feel her fright

 

She lets out a deep, deep sigh

And I say as she starts to cry,

“He won’t hurt you anymore

It won’t be like it was before.”

Reviews

[Dylan Patrick]

I really like this poem, too, because I can relate. Not with the violence, but with the general arguing. You seem to have a very defined structure you use in all of your poems. The rhyme in this one is good as well.