It has happened twice now
Always starts with me and him walking away from our responsibilities for the night
We were talking about running
Far far away
Next thing you know,
My mother and step father show up
Screaming and shouting and beating
And it's all towards me...
He tries to jump in and stop it
My step father beats him
I can't move and forced to watch
My mother decided to join in...
He is now dead...
I cry mumbling
Why? Why must you kill the love of my life? It's not fair!
I am now afraid of what my mother and step father will do...
YOU ARE READING
dreams and hopes and nightmares, oh my!
Poetryit's all about what the title says! I will title the poem what it is. either a dream or how or nightmare.
