After You Left

sleepless nights

Sleepless nights

Rows assault the ears of the young

Lying awake the silent victims of the assault,

Never stopping, never ending,

The perfidy of the words hurled through the air etch into the mind

Painful, scaring, incapacitating

Flashes of old time hurt remembered;

Even after the aging clock hit thirteen

Words and acts burnt,

Festering untold in the mind

Those who lie awake, the silent unheard pain will not be heard considered; or even stopped,

A call unable to be found within the insomnia 

Lying awake at night; the young children fear

Woman's cries pierce the air, defence unheard; a moronic refusal of truth from her words to her partner

Gaslight just like the evening street lights;

Lit like a candle, one seen on many romantic nights,

To cover the insufferable words thrown at nights; the door remains bolted shut

Children used; like wood planks nailed to further suffice, to further trap

To further harm,

A false sense of love, mentally unstable

Loose hurtful understanding,

A wrong upbringing, never changing view on women and their role

His inability to understand a woman's lifelong hurt

The hurt of the oldest children slowly start to feel,

As they once before the aging clock of thirteen hit were the subject of the man's hate, in forms of discipline which formed who they are,

A version of themselves forever hurt never to forget.

The children lay in bed as the incapacitating words are thrown,

Mechanism to cope turning like cogs; a system,

Once again in motion.

Rarely able to find the words to help them cope,

 For this is mine;

As the rows of assault hit their young ears,

As a result of all,

The sleepless nights