By the window I sit
I watch and wait
I can hear the commotion
Quite unpleasant
Like the moment glass shatters into pieces
I glance at the clock
3am
I glance at my bed
Aching for sleep but
The commotion is forceful
It invades my room and surrounds me
I cover my ears in hopes it stops
But it only gets louder
Before I can move
A wave of silence
I stay still
Waiting
Then I hear it
His old brown ripped up slippers drag across the hall
Panicked
I lay under my covers
I am asleep
The hallway light pours in from under my door
My heart is in my throat
The keys clink together in his pocket
I wrap my arms around myself
Trying to steady my breathing
He stops at my door
I am asleep
The keys no longer in his pocket
No I whisper
I am asleep
Doesn’t matter how hard I squeeze my eyes shut
Tears still leak out
I am asleep
-Phoenix
- Author: ThePhoenix ( Offline)
- Published: December 7th, 2021 21:30
- Comment from author about the poem: My parents would fight throughout the night and my father would always be angry if he found one of us awake. He liked to blame us for them fighting even when it had nothing to do with us, so even if I couldn’t sleep because of them, I learned to pretend I was. Another thing I very much hate the way glass sounds breaking.
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