"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Hell Makes A Visit

Windows shut,
the door locked,
hell is making a visit.

A mother a shield
to protect her child,
takes a beating in silence.

The husband’s blows
vibrate through thin walls.
neighbors suddenly deaf.

A slamming door,
moans carried on the wind,
no one calls the police.

A young mother dead,
her child crying in her arms,
hell had made a visit.

©Susie Clevenger 2011


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