Home is where the Hurt is

The pain I can’t abide
When he walks bold into the house
It clenches deep inside

Will it be me or another?
In the wake of his mighty wrath
Or will he take my brother
And run that ice cold bath

Will I hear screams from my Mother?
Along the floor being pulled
The thud of fist upon her flesh
Trembling numb and cold

Has the door slammed, maybe he’s out?
But evenings come and go
Will he come back to my bed tonight?
To haunt me down below

If there’s a God in Heaven
Please take him away from here
Or very soon I’ll stay asleep
Leaving distress and fear