The clock strucks 10
it's time for him
to come
what state is he in
will he get in
what will he say
what will he do
will i taste my own blood tonight
what will he break
forget it
maybe he won't come
lay down your head
on your tear soaked bed
the one you love may be calling you
but the phone doesn't ring
and that b******'s back again
standing outside
screaming his voice
afraid to listen
i put my head under my pillow
he bangs on the front door
counting the seconds
he yells some more
all is silent now
but i don't hear his car drive away
i run and hide
he's now pounding on my window
a mixture of screaming curses and begging
he cracks the glass
his hand is bleeding now
one last time his hands punch the window
i hear his foorsteps fade away
now 12
i take a deep breathe but i don't move
shaking and almost crying
cannot contain myself
stepping out of my sacred place
check my phone
my milu won't call tonight
how i wish someone to be here
i turn off the light
and pull the sheets completely over me
and close my eyes
breathing rapid
saying to myself
"everything will be alright
everything is fine"
but that's a false lie
cause his car still hasn't driven away
and i can only wonder
what he's doing next
winds pick up like a whistling train
sounds like screaming from my cracked window
thunder in the background
or is that my shivering fear
blanket feels warm and soft against my
cold and numb body
sending soothing waves
trying to calm me down
how i wish to be safe in my babys arms
eyes closed
and not feeling the disturbing presence of my ex
and i didn't have these bruises
been quite for so long
maybe he's gone
i drift to sleep
and i dream i'm safe with you
next to you in a soft white room
with golden sunshine fallening on us
warming our skin
all is peacefull and calm
all is right with the world
in your arms and comfort
and a smile flys across my face
but i am awakened
as the clock chimes one
echoing through the hallow halls
and i feel someone pull me out of bed
and slam me into the wall
i shall bleed tonight...

That is a hard read sweety. Is this from your real life experience...if it isn't...you have a VERY vivid imagination. If it is...is this a current ongoing episode in your life? Very moving!

Holifi holis!

Wow, youve made the story clear and outright.
Great depth and a perfect portray of fear, yearning and peace. This is good.

*big hugs*

thanks everyone for your comments. they mean a lot to me!

i liked it, once someone kicked my front door in the middle of the night and i guess didnt think anyone was home and was looking in the mailbox right after and i chased the guy away with a sword. he has never came back either. i gave a spartan scream with my sword and he looked like he saw a ghost. ran faster than a car, ill never forget it.

oh Dear this is called domestic abuse......
either learn how to kick his ass or call the police to do it their way.
it is unacceptable for you to tolerate this kind of attitude....full stop it now!

take care

nice way to kick ass domo kun
I loved the poem sunburst it was welll done

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You just did it all... This is truely nice!!! I lovit! Keep it up!

Shalom

I like it. Especially the last line. You start to really feel the comfort and "it's ok" feeling, when sh** happens and the only thought is "Yep...this is gunna hurt".


At first I thought it was going to be a rough to read poem, no real rhythm or rhyme. But you still managed to pull me in.




Mad Props!
-C