Dar kness

voices, raised, routine again
fists are thrown, a scream of pain
alone, apart, in dark i hear
a mother's cries, a sob of fear
infantile mind, it does not know
that drink and daddy, do not go
it huddles, afraid, upon the floor
while mummy, bleeds and prays "no more"

time, it slows and still the night
a final rage,and still no sight
of a smiling face, a happy grin
for in this plight, no win no win
still huddled, still quiet, a tear or two
the house, so quiet, so raw, so blue
the child, she crawls, afraid, by far
a whispered call, a plea, "mamma ?"