Proper Daughter's Role?

 

Dad staggered in, his eyes eerily lit,
The corners of his mouth foaming spit.
His demons planned an overnight stay.
I retreated to take the kids away,
Hide them in their rooms, safe in their beds,
I closed the door and they covered their heads,
As if blankets could mute the sounds of his blows,
Or they could silence my screams beneath their pillows.

Afterwards I hugged the little ones close to my chest,
'Till the beat of my heart lulled them to rest.
Only then did I let myself cry,
Only then did I let myself wonder why.
Why I didn't fight back, didn't defend,
Didn't confess to family or friend,
Had dad's demons claimed my soul?
Or was this a proper daughter's role?

This is a HUGE exaggeration, by the way, guys. My father has lost his temper a few times, and left bruises on me, but he's not a drunk beater. i exaggerated to add emotion to the poem. (:

~Autumn Tolmacs, AKA FlightlessAngel97~

Reviews

[ATG]

This made me want to punch someone. In this case, it is a good thing. You said this is a huge exaggeration and you did this to add emotion. Mission accomplished.

This was an interesting poem. It was very well written and emotional. Good job.

[Autumn T.]

Thanks again! (: I put the other one on Facebook, and this one chick was like, well why would you want to tell all of facebook that you're abused??? I was like read it, it's an exaggeration! She said that was lying, and it was stupid or whatever. :/ She's immature, though, so whatever. Just wanted to throw that little tidbit out there. (: Thanks again!