Silhouettes of anger behind the door frame screaming
One lashing out at the others declaration of innocence
Frustrated by the naked venom, their body revved up and seething
No hallowed voices reside in the room where hatred and pain linger
The children hide in their rooms, blocking out the noise
Frantic panic of young minds convinced of being in the wrong
Thinking they caused this mutual lack of respect, the space for love void
Wishing mummy and daddy would hug them, rock them to sleep like before
The war cries cease temporarily, a short lived calm
The door slams shut, glass shatters, mummy threw a vase
It missed him, but the damage was done, nothing good came, only harm
Mummy’s wretched sobbing echoed in the night, haunting her children forever
Their daddy never came back, never even called to say hello
Their sorrow turned to bitter hate over time, a hate for the thing called love
Empty smiles, empty souls, never fully filled, never allowed to grow
Willing, wishing for a repeat of the past to at least say goodbye, ask why
