My Heart Beats

An average day passes slowly by,
minutes slowly melting away-
seconds slowly ticking away,
filling the house with loud tick's
from the clock that lies above my head.

I stare at the door,
my hand shaking slightly.
Out of fear? Out of anticipation?

Maybe, I, myself don't even know.
I sigh, and look away, just to look up at a sudden noise.

The door bangs open,
and he staggers in drunk, again.

My heart almost stops beating-
what will happen on this night?

My heart beats wildly,
from the fear that is pounding through my veins.

I stare down at the pale skin,
covered with bruises and scars,
and I can barely hold back a sob.

I look out into the view of the city,
that our apartment looks out over,
and wish I was home-
with a family that cares.