Quiet

Quiet

Quietly he sits there

Hoping he doesn’t come his way

On and on he goes

Just like every other night

Ranting and raving

No one ever knows

What he is talking about

The little boy

Looks at the light cascading

Under his bedroom door

Praying to anyone that will listen

That he does not see feet outlined

Under the door.

His heart races

His mind is panicking

Not tonight.

Not again.

So much pain in this house

So many bad memories

So many evil deeds.

Hes done his best

To be a good boy

And still he comes

To make him pay

For his nonexistent crimes.

He takes a deep breath in

And hopes that tonight will be different

He closes his eyes

Going to his safe place

Far away from here.

A squeak on the floor

And under his door

There they are

The feet.

Quietly he sits.

Praying the feet keep moving.

Begging that the doorknob not turn.

And quietly he sits

Awaiting his fate.

Quietly….

So quietly.