Battlefield Behind Closed Doors
Envision
Where his hand is less intimate with her face
The world isn’t such a dark place
I won’t find her at the bottom of the stairs
And see bruises she wears
No more
Will I stay up late hearing her cry through the vent
I won’t hear lies she had to invent
No cops will show up at the door
While I’m left to answer for
We put behind us
The emotional destruction of home
No place felt safe until we could roam
Sleeping with one eye open
The youth that was stolen
The battle
He drowns in each bottle
His rage was nothing less than colossal
I hide in the corner of my room
We await the explosion that will consume
Eleven years later
The occasional flinch at a raised hand
Even I misunderstand
Some people get out of the battlefield
Let’s help the others be revealed
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