Bed Time

Bed Time

9/22/09

Sleeping, sleeping so peacefully,

Home is the place I long to be.

Comfortable and warm, safely in my bed,

The usual place I rest my head.

But that ideal is not where I now lie,

And no matter how hard I try

That happy place eludes me,

No matter how often I try to plea

To be set free of this horrid prison,

And every time that he’s risen

Off that dank and dirty couch,

There hasn’t been an ounce

Of kindness or mercy,

And my body goes into a state of emergency.

He stalks over to my cage and opens the door,

As he reaches toward me my tears start to pour,

Which causes him to be angrier than ever

And now I think that I may never

See my friends and family again,

So before the punishment begins

I beg him to set me free,

With my constant heart wrenching pleas.

His face contorts with anger

And I can feel the sense of danger

As he raises his fist up high,

I fear he’ll give it another try.

When the hit lands on my face

It will surely leave a trace,

Then he pulls me out by my hair,

Which is long and thick and fair.

And he drags me to his bed,

Where I’m forced to lay my head,

But it’s not the place I want to be,

A place where I can sleep peacefully.