Broken Dreams Escaping another day of screaming rows Sent early to bed Lying on the side I play far from reach Clouds cruelly appear With a slap to the face Failed to reach my quota today So desperate that a child's mind As I move to the side
Another day of threats
The endless arguments
Growing rage
Escape the next sting of pain
For what, not sure
But at least in sleep I hope
For a little break from fear in wake
That isn't quite so sore tonight
Their screams and shouts thankfully fade
As dreams gently invade
Of the nettles that sting
In a field free of fear
I dream the dream captures me here
A storm rips flowers from the ground
Trees tossed into the air
Colour drained from near and far
As my dream is shaken
I am awakened
My temporary haven
Brutally taken
For an hour to lay in abusive rain
The rain mixing with desperate tears
Desperate for a dream to take me away from him
Should wish to die
So desperate a child
Should try and take its life
That now hurts less
As he lay drunk
His fury spent
I dreamt of a day
That was years away
Christopher Wellbelove
17 September 2007
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