meh, here it is........
The Dark Half: An Abusive Husband
..from the thoughts of a daughter..
At night I shield myself, placing my protective pillow against my head
Trying in vain to block out the painful sounds from reaching my bed
The late night screams, the crashing sounds of objects breaking
Mixing in with my own whimpering as I curl under my covers shaking
My father’s yelling is piercing, reverberating throughout the house
I close my eyes and converse with myself trying to drown him out
But I ask, why is my father so kind to me whilst so cruel to my mother
Listening to my mothers screams, I ask does he really love her
With me he wears a smile filled with joy, but is it merely a façade
So each night I plead for answers, sitting and praying to my God
Waking up in the morning, I see their smiles as a disguising sight
Trying to protect my feelings from the events of the previous night
My dad kisses me goodbye, he heads out for his day at work
My mom tries to conceal her emotions, but I can tell that she hurts
She pulls down on her sleeves trying to hide her bruises
I question her about them, but all she gives me are false excuses
Night comes; I rest in my bed until my father’s voice hits my ears
Again the yelling begins, and my eyes are waterlogged with tears
I can’t take it anymore; I get out of my bed and head for the stairs
A loud thump echoes, then silence, has God answered my prayers
I sit for a minute and listen, then I catch wind of my mothers cries
Her faint whimpers are deafening to me, its time to stop all the lies
I run to the stairs and look down, then I try to scream but I’m not able
My father’s body lying bloody and still, broken through the table
Now the nightly cries are at an end, there is no longer an excuse
Now that my fathers life is over, there will no longer be any abuse