My Hell

The morning light washes over me
as I rise to another day in my hell.
I wonder what this day will bring.
a few hours of peace I will savor
till I hear the creek of the door.
My body goes rigid
My mind prepares for anything.
The room goes cold with the sound
of your footsteps on wooden floors
The air around me goes thin
breathing becomes a chore
Fear grips my heart
as I wait to find out your mood
and what the night will bring.
Will the air be filled with the smell
of liquor as you pass me.
Will your mood be foul
Will you tear me down with your words 
only to try to patch me up with a kiss
Will I have to endure something worse?
As I beg for dawn to come
and for that sweet escape from my personal hell.