The night the violence ended.

by Konsta   Jan 1, 2006


The boy watched the show,
Even if he knows how,
This will end, time after time,
Every weekend it is the same.

Mom screaming, as dad hit fast,
The time that would be his last.

Since the boy had had enough,
No more hitting, he would stay tough.

Quickly the boy ran,
To the closet, where dad hid his gun.

"Today it would end", the boy said,
quietly in his head.

Back to kitchen he ran,
"Leave mommy alone!",
Boy screamed to the man.

With anger filled eyes,
The man turned,
And revealed the face,
Of a monster,
That the boy hates.

Quickly he laid in the ground,
And the man had heard a bang,
As he died, he saw a man,
Not a boy.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Konsta

    Why thank you, I got to practice that couplet thingy :D

  • 18 years ago

    by BrokenMisery

    Its a really good poem and its hard to look for anything constructive to add. One thing i've found is with your rhyming couplets in there, you have to be careful about meter (having one line with too many syllables and/or different rhythm to the other one). Rhyming couplets are hard to do simply because a little bit off in meter and it can stuff up how it sounds, but if done well can be effective. So keep it up, keep trying and keep writing, its a good piece with a great ending and a well chosen title.
    --Broken.

  • 18 years ago

    by Becx

    I like it its good kepp writing.......i love to read them i LOVE to and this one kinda connects wit me ..u know y well keep going keep ur head up and keep happy lov ya ~beckey~

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