SCREAM DOOR


They sit there
On the front porch
A solemn look
On their faces
These children
Staring down
The road
Not knowing
Whether to feel
Fear
Or
Relief
Wondering if
Daddy
Will be
Drunk
Their clothes
Are
Neatly pressed
The little boy’s
Shoes are
Shined
Trying
To look
Their
Best
Hoping it
Will affect
The
Outcome
Waiting
It’s just
Their lives
It’s just
Their thoughts
It’s just
This
Day
It’s just
A
Lifetime

mBarlew