Drunk., by --Honestly;; Subscribe to rss feed for --Honestly;;

He staggered into the house
Beer in hand,
Avoiding his eyes
I walked to my room,
Stumbling up the stairs
He starts to bitch,
Closing my eyes
A tear falls once again,
She cries and screams
Striking her she hushed,
Terror struck through me
And up the stairs I went,
Expecting the unexpected
He turned his red eyes to me,
I stopped
About to run away,
Grasping my arm tightly
He put a hand print on my face,
Falling to my knees
I cried,
Just the same old routine
I live with every night.
Posted: 2009-10-16 03:01:16 UTC

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2009-10-31 19:09:58Moon
Thats so sad

2009-11-09 07:23:35//Stillsilent//
Sorry :-(............ I assure u one day it will all be better. Lovely poem..