Drunken Daddy

You sit in your room, Trying not to make a sound.
Daddy’s just downstairs, And mommy’s not around.

You’ve smelt it all night, His Bud Wiser beer.
That smell has defined your whole life, And has made you live in fear.
 
You hear a creak, And then a thump.
Then a pound on your door, Makes you jump.

You pull your legs close, And quick leap to the bed.
You’re supposed to be asleep, If he catches you awake your dead.

You shut your eyes, Just as the door flies open.
The light flashes on, And all that’s left is hoping.
Maybe he won’t see that fact, That though you’re slowly breathing.
The rise and fall of your chest, Is incredibly uneven.
 
You can hear the shuffle, Of his disoriented feet.
You hear him stumble, And feel him grab your sheet.
He pulls it down, As he crashes to the floor.
You hear him mutter something, About how he’s going to be sore.

You keep your breath soft, And keep your eyes shut tight.

Your body tenses up, And your lip you bite.
Daddy stands up, And grabs your arm.
You hope he’s not drunk enough, To do much harm.
 

Your stomach sinks, As he picks you up.
He throws you across the room, The wall makes you stop so abrupt.
You land to the floor, With a soft thud.
You lift your head, And you can see all the blood.
 
Daddy smiles, And takes a step towards you.
You flinch and he grins, You don’t know what he’ll do.
The blood just keeps spilling, As you two stare.
Your life is slipping away, Of this you’re aware.
 

Then he lunges, His hands reaching for your throat.
He squeezes his finger tightly, And you begin to choke.
Blood trickles down your forehead, And onto our dad.
He wipes up the blood, And now he’s mad.
 

“You ruin everything, You little punk.
You’re just like your mother, That little cunt.
Your just fricken like her, You have no clue.

Both of you little bitches, Make me want to puke.”

He removes his hand, Then his fist comes down hard.
It connect with your nose, Leaving your face scarred.
More blood pours out, And you feel your limbs go weak.

But you hold on to your life, And clear your throat to speak.
“Daddy, oh daddy, What did I ever do to you?
And what about Sister? What did she do?
 
We don’t deserve this, No matter what you say.
Killing her, Didn’t make your problems go away.
It just made things worse, And now look at you.
Your killing rate soon, Will be up to 2.
 
Just put your hand down daddy, And I know what we’ll do.
We’ll clean this mess up daddy, Because I still love you.

Even after every hit, You’ve ever given me.
I still love you, Very much Daddy.
So let’s clean up this mess, And clean up your act.
Because frankly I'm fed up. With getting smacked.
 Sister had spoken out, But she was right.
Now let right now, Be the last night.
 

No more drinking, And no more swears.
Let’s become a family again, One that’s loving and cares.”

Daddy laughs, And shakes his head.
“Your sister is gone little one, She’s beyond dead.

Your believing a dream,
Which will never come true.
It’s your time now baby,
To get what’s coming to you.”

And me and you,
Were reunited that night.

And I’ll hold you forever,
In this endless light.
Daddy can’t hurt you,
And in a few years past.
Maybe mommy,
Will join us at last.