Went home, after working
Opened the door, exhausted
I looked about, searching
I halted
My mother, sat at the table
Coughing up a storm, smoking
Watching her was painful
I tried to go back out, afraid of provoking
She caught me
Standing up slowly, slinking
I let out a plea
She grabbed for me, I moved not thinking
She grew angry
Rushed me
I had cleaned badly
She showed the "debris"
She made it when I wasn't home
I tried to show the truth
But she was sitting upon the throne
She just gave me a new bruise
I cleaned up
Recieved another verbal beating
It's the words that cut
Not the bleeding
The night was rough
But that's okay
I'm tough, and I put up with it for the both of us
I need to stay
After all, for me, it's just another day
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Walled In
PoetryI'm stuck, trapped within these tight walls, stuck in this neverending cycle of abuse. I'm walled in within this world of pain. There is an escape, please, come find it with me in these poems. A collection of poems about abuse on all levels.
