Fist pound
Dad slurs
Silence stirs It's a bit of a blur Names he shouts He's worse for wear Yet he begins to head for the stairs I hide but it way to late He knows I'm here I prepare to meet my fate Fists pound My body hits the ground Another night spent crying myself to sleep The world it never does weep For the people like me behind closed doors Holding in secrets that they're to scared to speak. |
Re: Fist pound
I like this a lot, I can see the story very vividly. I might work on the rhyme scheme a bit, it's a bit Dr. Suess like, but I really love the theme! You have a talent with words. :)
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