ISSUES | A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH LASummer2017 | Page 12

Poem
He bellows insults
Her screams result
I cower behind the drapes.
Her face is red
Pure anger bled
Into a hysterical wail.
His expression contorts
He hisses a retort
and harshly silences her.
The thought prevails
It hangs like a veil
Bringing forth great fear.
I stare at the ceiling
My heart wishing
that it could stop beating.
I gape in shock
The empty space mocks
All my feeble protests.
All hope is crushed
My breathing rushed
But my mind resolutely set.
My heart races
I take two paces
Bury the sorrow deep within.
I feel a smile
It stretches a mile
To a world unknown