Shelter From The Storm

Re uploded from old account; based off a script I wrote in University for my scriptwriting class.

Shelter from the Storm

 

I was taught to love, not to hate,

But he did not think the same.

He taught me to believe his lies and deception,

Never thought I’d go my own direction.

 

For years I put up with his distasteful gaze,

Never a husband’s tender face.

Our little girl never knew her fathers touch,

Just when he gave her a shove.

 

~ * ~

 

In the dead of the night, one cold November night,

I went through the usual fight.

The clock ticked on by as I worked,

And back at home he sat more irked.

 

I entered the apartment later that night,

To be met with his hateful sight.

We shouted and yelled,

About his job interview that had not gone well.

 

Displeased he was about my growing independence,

Not use to me not being dependant.

He rushed us to bed with all his might,

Though I proceeded to barley sleep that night.

 

~ * ~

 

The morning dawn broke,

As he got ready for work.

A harsh kiss he gives to my apparent sleeping form,

A door slam indicates he has gone.

 

I grab my little angel to go,

Barley taking a thing we own.

A taxi drive to the airport is tense and long,

Wondering if he has noticed us gone.

 

Upon boarding the plane we receive the call,

Knowing now he’s aware we’re gone.

Ignoring the call I throw the phone in the trash,

Along with my unhappy past.

 

I had in our tickets and take our seats,

Thinking of the new life we’ll meet.

The plane takes off into the sky,

And I say a silently goodbye.

 

- 23rd November 2009

Reviews

[Patrick]

Certainly a darker mood to this one, a reflection of reality maybe. Promise within its lines though.