I lay here with the covers pulled up over my head.
Trying to get all the anger and pictures out of my head.
I feel under the pillow for my insurance on this night.
The amount of hitting, hurting has reached new heights.

During the day, when things are good I call him dad.
But in the dark of night, if people had only seen what I had.
I hear the front door open from his night out on the town.
Here under the covers I pray I will not be found.

I hear the fighting, the screaming so I know here we go again.
To stop him tonight I ask myself would that be a sin.
I can hear him hitting mom, putting her through another living hell.
Why would not the police , judges anyone put him in jail.

Things have went to quiet in the other room.
Is this night at an end. No is what I would have to assume.
Then it happens, my door slams open crashing into the wall.
I gather all my strength, for on this night I will make the call.

I reach under the pillow, it is cold, hard and big in my hand.
Then he yells for me to get up and take my punishment like a man.
I sit up and look him in the eye. Unleashing all the weapons fury.
Then it is quiet, not a movement or a sound. It was judge and jury.

Running in to be with mom. I am sorry mom but something had to be done.
See her laying there with all the bruises and blood, I put down dad’s gun.
We hugged and held each other with all our might.
We promised each other a life were there would be no more fights.

Powerfull but very sad as well.

Very well done

Stetsonman.

Very powerful and sad good write