Looking in the mirror the red in my face is still visible.
I know I shouldn't lose my temper,
I couldn't ever leave my mom even if I wanted.
I'd be able to survive alone,
But she would still suffer.
The look in his eyes is nothing but evil,
The abuse we take from him daily
Shows he's a weasel.
The pain in my mom's eyes as she does whatever he commands,
I can't stand to look at it any longer.
The threats and filth fly from his mouth,
As I finally get him out of our house.
A loving embrace clears the aura the devil leaves behind,
And we try to erase every reminder we can find.
I should have known happiness doesn't last long.
The devil came back,
Where he doesn't belong.
The danger in his eyes was clear,
We had to get him somewhere else,
But all I could feel was fear.
He could see the hesitation in my eyes,
Even though there is no one else I despise.
I gain strength over the monster thinking he will finally see,
But he laughs and lunges when he was supposed to flee.
I don't have time to hesitate.
My mother's life could be at stake.
I shoot him where he stands,
And a second bullet finds its mark,
And lands.
The lights get dim.
I wasn't the monsters biggest fan,
But I can't get it out of my head,
I just killed a man.
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For The Rainy Days
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have made through the past few years. Most of them are sad, and are personal. I would love any feedback you'd like to give. I'm trying to stick to writing, but I might not always update. I hope you enjoy my poems!