At Midnight I saw

Do not read if this upset you

It was a day of my childhood.
It was a night of my childhood, 2000

At midnight I saw
my mother's sinful prostitution behind my father's back with strange men
At midnight I saw
my father drinking until he became violent towards us and blaming us for our mother's affair
At midnight I saw
my trembling older brother holding my hand, comforting me to the best he coukd
At midnight I saw
dirty condoms and blood-stained walls from the last beating

Oh, what a depressing midnight it was!

It was a day of my childhood
It was a day in my childhood, 2000.
At noon I saw
My father's violent beatings towards my screaming mother who begged to beat us instead of her
At noon I saw
My mother's scarred and battered face that held pitiful tears, calling us useless pieces of trash 
At noon I saw
my brother valiantly protecting me despite his busted up lip and his screams for help 
At noon I saw
My brother's deep terrible scars and slowly watch him lose his hearings through each brutal beating

Oh, what a terrible noon it was!
Oh, what a malicious noon it was!

It was a day in my childhood
It was a day in my childhood, 2000.
It was a night in my childhood, 2000. 

At midnight
We heard the constant fights between our parents about matters that we never understood 
At midnight
Our home became overly violent and blood dripping like the leaky faucet in the bathroom

At 1 o’clock
the blood-curdling screams of mother and father taking their anger out on us 
At midnight
We hid in the closet out of fear, holding our breaths
At midnight
we saw the violent slaps, punches, and kicks between them

Oh, what a horrible midnight it was!

Oh, what a terrible midnight of horrendous violence it was!

It was a day in my childhood
It was a day in my childhood, 2000

At noon
the walls was the color of splattered crimson blood.
At noon
We were crying from ours injuries.
We curled up and hid our faces from this ugly sight, no one knew the other side of our parents.
At noon
We hid in fear

Who would say he has forgotten the day?

Who would say he doesn’t know the day?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem told of a terrible day. Your description made the reader see and feel the hardship and pain. Thank you for sharing the powerful words and thoughts.
Coyote

[송지석 / Ji-Suk]

Thanks very much!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Chris Shaw]

A horrific account of violence in the home. I agree with sette, writing will be a good release for all those pent up emotions you have. I hope you can get some healing.

[sette]

at least you have your writing to vent every emotions every anger and every pain and the writings will be a form of release and hopefully a start for healing

[송지석 / Ji-Suk]

Thank you c: