Domestic violence

Poem is self-explanatory. Please, recognize the signs. Don't keep a blind eye.

Domestic Violence

By Shawn P Cassidy

Stay clear of the man whose rage begins to rise,

Whose shadow grows longer right before your eyes.

He stands in the doorway like a storm unchained,

A creature of fury barely restrained.

His fingers curl slowly, trembling with hate,

A ticking bomb locked in a human shape.

His breath turns jagged, his heartbeat loud,

A predator pacing beneath a thundercloud.

The room grows smaller with every step he takes,

The air grows colder as the foundation shakes.

His face turns crimson, his pupils ignite,

A man losing himself to the hunger of night.

Thoughts twist violently inside his skull,

Darkness swelling until it’s full.

He sees nothing human" just a target to break,

A fragile life trembling

in the path of his quake.

The tension snaps like a bone giving way,

A silent scream in the end of day.

You’ve known him six days" barely a breath"

But now you stand inches

from a promise of death.

The man you trusted, the one you thought you knew,

Has become the nightmare

that’s coming for you.

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