The last time I saw my mother

I can hear her yelling again in the distant background
Her screams getting closer, I do not dare make a sound
The door flies open, I am shaking in fear underneath my bed
I pray she does not find me this time, I would rather be dead
She pauses in a stance, listening for one peep inside the room
My heart is pounding so hard and loud, she is going to find me soon
I hear her quickly exit the room, in a hunt for someone other than me
I peered my head out and I could not believe what I was about to see
He is so young; he does not have the strength to endure the pain
The fight takes over me, I run to rescue him and I become insane
I jump on her back just before she can hit him once more
She slams me into the hard wall and I fall to the floor
Hot tears stream down my face, the pain trails down my back
I plead with her: leave him alone, with the strength I now lack
My vision blurred I notice blood all around his head on the floor
Disregardingly she steps across the room to give him more
He does not cry any longer he does not makes one sound as she advances
I pray he is okay this time, but with all the blood what are the chances
I keep screaming STOP, my voice goes hoarse, can anyone hear
She might have out done herself this time, that is what I fear
As she leaves the room, I try to crawl over to him, but I cannot move
I am numb all-over, he is not breathing, I do not know what to do
I keep hearing sirens; they are getting closer, maybe the neighbors called again
I am not going to lie again for her, I am afraid she really hurt my poor brother Ben.
I hear the door downstairs being broken down, hold on my dear brother
I am so sorry this happened, dont worry, they are going to take away mother
They run into the room with equipment and crowd around him and I
One of them asks me if my mom did this, as I nod he lets out a loud sigh
A man kneels to the floor and tells me to show him where I feel the pain
But I cannot stop staring at the hardwood floor, there is a deep red stain
There are so many people around him; they delicately raise him to the bed
The lady paramedic begins to cry, she whispers: I am afraid he is dead
At that moment my heart drops, and I cannot even find the strength to cry
I close my eyes and ask God: why did you let this happen to him, why?
The medics voices slowly quiet, as I travel further and further away
My body shut down from the shock, and I wake now the next day
I lie in this bed that is not mine, my dad is sits there, he is in tears
I have only seen him cry one time before this, once in my 10 years
He starts to get up and I closely watch him make his way toward my bed
He whimpers Ben is w/ grandma now, I do not believe what he said
He is looking at me with tears in his eyes, he wears the saddest face
Just then I realize, my best friend has left this horrible place
My dad is hugging me now, and he is apologizing for not being there
I grab his hand as I gaze into his sunken eyes, and I begin to pray
God: please tell me this is not real, and that this is just a terrible wicked dream
Tell me I am not really paralyzed, and that he did notleave to join the other team
I open my watery eyes and hold my dad closer; he has lost his one and only son
I wish mom would have quit drinking after the divorce, look what she has done
My life is never going to be the same, all because I lied for her all the time
I told that social worker and all those police everything was good and fine
It should have been me not him, he was to young to understand it all
My dad is crying even harder now, he has taken the most significant fall
I hope my mother pays for what she did to us, she took our angel away
And I will forever be reminded of this horrible memory every single day