Fights

By: Stephanie Naylor

I write this poem
from the depths of my basement.

I can hear them fighting
lashing about

my mother yells,
my father leaves

my mom begins to weep
my brother and i can hear it all
from down deep in our basement

My heart sinks
knowing my fathers not here

My guard goes up
knowing I'm not safe

i go to bed
but i cannot sleep

hoping my father will come back
i soon fall into a deep slumber
forgetting all of my problems