He Swung
This time not at the wall with the hole already
This time it was his pleading wife
Telling him to stop, “don’t lay a finger on me”
Her screams were like sirens
Except they weren’t the sirens from a cop
As soon as his fist touched her face
He didn’t stop until
Until she was on her knees cupping her face
The living room was filled with cries and screams
Her tears were enough to end a drought
Her husband has left another hole
In the corner is just a young girl
Looking at her weeping mom
Slightly glancing at her alcoholic dad
Trying to comprehend but too young to understand
She runs to her room confused
In tears
There was no comfort in that moment
No sirens are heard
No one is being saved
No one is being arrested
The living room is dead silent
The wife has no more tears to shed
She is sitting alone now
Her mind wanders on just what happened
Her daughter is asleep
She sleeps on the thought
On the thought that she’ll never see her daddy again
As for her father
He left
This is a very sad poem, but I really liked how realistic it is and makes you realize what could happen in some people's homes. I also liked all the metaphors and similes that you used like crying being a drought.
ReplyDeleteWhen I read your poem I really felt like I was there when it happened. Good Job!
ReplyDeleteThis poem makes me visualize it in my head because of the amount of analogies you made in it.
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