Footsteps

[shorty20]

I sit in my room

With darkness all around

And all I can hear

Is the horrific sound

 

I hear heavy footsteps

Above me upstairs

And I pray to God

That he'll hear my prayers

 

Please make it stop

Please make it go away

But subside it does not

So I continue to pray

 

I know he's been drinking

I can hear it in his walk

I hear some glass shatter

And in my mind I try to block

 

I block out all the words

All the hateful things he said

And my fright starts to grow

As I sit on my bed

 

I hear my mom scream

Hear a thud against the wall

And I pray harder to God

Please, answer my call

 

Don't let him hurt her

Please, not this time

Don't let him get away

With yet another crime

 

I want to intervene

Want to help my mom so

But to do this

Would be my fate, I know

 

My hear starts beating faster

I'm feeling quite strong

I can stop him this time

I pray that I'm not wrong

 

I run from my room

Sprinting up the stairs

And with them I forget

About all of my cares

 

The only thing on my mind

Is to save my mom, his wife

Even if it means

To sacrifice my life

 

I run at him from behind

Grabbing at his neck

My mom's huddled in the corner

She looks an awful wreck

 

Her eyes grow with horror

As he throws me to the ground

I'm trying, I'm fighting

But my fate I have found

 

He stomps to the closet

And pulls out his gun

My feet are frozen to the ground

But my mind's telling me to run

 

In a final selfless effort

I leap to cover her

And as the bullet hits

My world becomes a blurr

 

I fall to the ground

I'm slipping away

My mom's begging, pleading

Please, try to stay

 

I grab her hand in mine

And look deep into her eyes

As I comfort her cries

We say our last goodbyes

[2cute2bstressed]

wow that is very touching i cant help but ask where did this theme come from

[shorty20]

I honestly don't know... when I started writing, I was very angry with my dad.... my writing is the way I vent, but half the time, I just get a pen and paper, and my mind does the rest... i don't know where alot of my writing comes from... is that weird??