The screams downstairs, the shattering glass
cut you to the core.
You hear the swears, the cries, the fear
lacing each and every word.
You clutch the blanket's tattered edge
a comfort now as in nights past
you try to block the hopeless dread
that pulls your heart and binds you fast,
when the phone is ripped from the wall
you hide beneath the fabric
praying that a god will hear your call
for help, your thick voice frantic
This pain erupts a new each night
And you want to die each time they fight
Don't worry child, turn out the light
rest easy, close your eyes, and sleep tight.
Let your dreams be your escape
and next time you hear him scolding you
know that you are safe
and that the angels here are holding you
tonight.
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