Domestic Problems

Four walls surround her fear
A prison that's worse than hell
The sharp song in her ear
is a mix of his shouts and yells
He attacks the door of her room
like the untamed wrath of a hurricane
The only eye witness is the moon
peering through the window pane
Her wounded heart's bleeding in her lap
with waterfalls springing from her eyes
Her frightened thouhgts overlap
weaving a plan of flight
No longer can the net of lies
contain the sanity of her mind
No longer can her closed eyes
bear seeing the pain inside
She grabs a back pack and starts
packing necessary things
panicking is her shaking heart
The door is about to cave in
The window is her freedom gate
She moves stealthily like a shadow
Breaking the door but he's too late
His daughter slipped through the window.