I’m posting this again because there are new neighbors with a new baby doing the age-old battle of violence. It hurts my heart to know that people whom loved one another enough to bring a baby into the world together could be so hateful and vicious. I love them. I want them to find their happiness. If only they felt the same.
No More Violence
Tyrannical howls encapsulated
Intent on the destruction
Of their mutated version of devotion
personified by shattered glass while
screaming babies witness the impressionistic home
Painted in blood and bruises.
Kill me first! Kill me! Kill me first!
The begging screams for relief
from their suffering
But, fear motivates shelter
in uninhabitable relationships
with violence the language spoken
in vehement protest against their being
broken people with broken lives.