Screams


She covers her ears to tune out their yells.
She fears that one year it'll all go to hell.
Their faces are red, she's under the cover.
She's wishes they'd stop at least for the summer.

He hides in his room and waits till it's over.
Their shouts are so mean his father's not sober.
He fears for his mother.

She wishes for nostalgia.
He wishes for sleep.
They wish for one dream when they don't hear the screams.

They're waiting for morning,
When the torment is over,
When their yells and screams are all part of another dream.
Their yells are subsided.
The stars are aligning.
At midnight they stood and ran from their parents
Though parents they aren't.
They're more like tormentors who have no conscience,
And whose troubles take over,
Just when you thought it was over.

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