He's home

He’s Home
the floor shakes
I run & hide
he’s the wrath of a violent tide
that doesn’t love me
but how could he?
Liquor drifted off his breath
Like a breeze at the ocean
but worse
He strangles
He screams
I quiver and cower
God Bless the Angels
but their hands are tied
as they stand in shock and breathless
above my lifeless body

Reviews

[Rahul Chhabra]

The way you have described the pain and helplessness in this poem is incredibly beautiful. I admire the choice of words in your poem.

"he’s the wrath of a violent tide"
"Liquor drifted off his breath
Like a breeze at the ocean"
These two lines are extremely well-written.


The way you have written the entire poem is truly commendable. The fear, the grief, the helpless all merge together to give a completely new taste which stays long with any reader. Good luck. happy writing. :)

[mattavelli]

That's not a happy story. It flows nicely. Thanks for sharing.