My Little Poetry Book

Abused

I can remember
He came home drunk that night
The way he stalked around,
Looking for a fight.

It was on those nights,
That things were the worst.
And on those nights,
For me it felt like the world was cursed.

He took his hand,
Raised it above his head.
The pain,
Made me panic

It made me feel
Like I was dying.
He was the predator
I was his prey.

He grabbed my leg,
Swung me upside down.
And beat me,
Till I was purple and brown.

I started fading away.
Into the black.
And disappeared
Not wanting to go back.

Woke up in an unfamiliar setting
Walls covered in white.
Wristband on my wrist.
No one familiar in sight.

I got discharged
And ran away
Getting intoxicated myself
Now who was going to be my prey?
~Stormer