Paintings on the Walls
Location
I look to my left
And what do I see
A suffocating sight
That’s choking me
It’s horrible disgusting
Fills me with fright
To know that it’s there
Every time I look to my right
I lift my head up
And it’s there again
He says it’s there forever
It’s on the ceiling
Thrown on the floor
Her body jerks
Kicking her slapping her
Punching until it hurts
Water falls
In her ears
Blurry sound
Full of tears
“Mommy mommy
Are you okay?
No, not again
This happened yesterday!
And the day before that
Will this stop
Where’s the phone,
I’ll call a cop!”
Bam! Bam!
And there he goes
And all that’s left
Is an empty dial tone
Blood is splattered
Mixed with her own
Now the paintings of a dead son
Are easily shown
He picks him up
Off the floor
Then throws him out
The backyard door
“Look what you did!
You made me do this!”
And as he stares at her
He balls up his fists
She starts to get up
With a timid shake
And she prays that he won’t hit her
For her daughters’ sake
He sits the gun
On the floor
And soon came his daughter
At the bedroom door
“No don’t touch it”
She screams as she runs
She then bends down
To pick up the gun
“And finally now
The tables have turned”
She screams
While the gun is held to his head firm
Struggling and fighting
Pushing and shoving
Slaps and punching
Loud words and cussing
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
And there they go
Now the paintings of a
Dead wife and husband are easily shown
And all that’s left is a little girl
Who’s mother
And brother
Meant the world
Scared and lonely
With these paintings on the walls
A mother a brother and a father
Falls
One more round
The gun will go………..
Now the paintings of a dead family
Are easily shown