The Cycle

First the raised

Voices

Anger

Turns to shouting

Bellowing

I cover my ears

Turn up the music

But its still

There

The screaming

Starts

And I stare

Around for

Something

Anything

To shut it out

Screams of fury

Screams of pain

The anger

Builds in me

And I hit out

Punch the

Wall

It’s not enough

Bite my

Fist

Barely hurts

And still I can hear

The crashing

Of angry

Voices

As they fade

Into

Weeping

A door slams

And I am left

Alone

Waiting

For the cycle

To begin

Again

 

Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

starkly realistic I picture a child listening to parents renewing their constant battling for supremacy