Pain

She cries endlessly when night comes
With the setting sun her cheerfulness turns to gloom
All hope is lost

Her screams at midnight signal his arrival
Falling pots nd pans tell the fight is on its high end
You would mistaken groans and moans for love making
Alas tis the sound of pain from the raining punches

A house of love has turned to a fighting ring
A body meant to be loved nd adored is now a punching bag

When did it go wrong
What did she do to deserve this…

I shed a tear and say a pray
Lord God stop Pa frm beating mum nd
Sleep snatches me away

I awake to the sound of the birds
A smile on Mum’s bashed face
Remind me that Pa is now a monster.

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