post writing class highschool poems

house of god

I wake to my Mother Mary's rage.
Timid bride who cradled me attacks Father.
The hollow house echoes wailing assault.
The tears glide above my cheeks, meeting stars.
"Remember the scripture, don't you?" Stars ask.
I shut the door, the book, my eyes. Asleep.

For three days I remember not, asleep
I stayed standing. I wake to shaking. Rage
Can not find a home in me. I'll go ask
"Why do you only scream and hate, Father?"
He has no ears he will not hear. The stars
Will listen though, they refuse to assault.

Oh mother mine! Carry me from assault!
And sing till I fall ever so asleep.
At times I've wished to only live in stars.
Oh please do not submit me to his rage!
Ill bend a knee oh heavenly father.
"Take gold blade to your tounge my dear," he asks.

"How will I sing your melodies?" I ask.
Thy father has not ears, he takes assault.
Heart of mother yet my face of father.
His mind of reasoning darkened, asleep.
Eyes of molten, blazen cinders. His rage.
Tears cant fizzle him, solace in the stars.

Mother Mary ignites made of the stars.
"You be my escape, my comet?" I ask.
Her head shakes and I return to his rage.
He rests for now, the night show not assault.
My dreary eyes drag me to sheets, asleep.
My dreams shake me, quake me. Plot of father.

I wake, torn from bed, I run from father.
The only compass to guide me is my mother, the stars.
Though my quick pace, my feet asleep.
"Why wont you quit with me?" I ask.
He will not hear, only assault.
Thy Father's holy rage.
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I sing asleep my father.
His rage be calmed by only my songs of stars.
I ask not to stop his assault