in the night at its blackest with only hints of light
trashing in the sky
like a fight getting loader as the fight escalates,
deep thrusts as if some one was pushing and hitting
hitting hard,
a load crash in the sky near me huvering over my head like a violent blankett , clenching my eyes shut holding my self
wishing
wishing it would end
like my parrents yes
like my parrents frighting verbally bashing in laod shreaking voices
i wish this would stop,
the the calming starts the climax of the rage is almost over
one onethousand two one thousand
i start to breath
holding my head now over the blanket in which i hid
i start to lession the beats of my heart as i breath
3 one thousand four
ahh its startinging to go away,
one last crashing boom and then it fades into the night
just like my father in a fight
last words then departs
gone
the thunder is gone
