LiL BiT's blog: "writing/poetry"

I listen to you scream

my hand grasping the doo

fearfully finding its handle

my knuckles turning white

in my head voices screaming with fright

Standing firmly with my back to the wall

Refusing to fall , deny you pleasure of seeing me crawl

outside the wind is screeching

splattering rain against the window pane

adding to the disturbance in my mind

Silence slaps me in the face

hearing only the rushed pace

of you tearing across the the room

prying my hand finger by finger, from the door

hearing only the lonely sound of the rain

slowly going insane

laying there , on a cold hard floor

fighting no more

half slain

my only friend is the rain

only she shares my defeated pain

(perreault)