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 ?"