Morning isn't coming soon enough,
The rain is still thundering down.
My heart is pounding in my chest
As the shadow draws nearer.
The shadow is sulking close to my bed
Threatening a miserable day.
I see myself hours later
In pain from his hands.
The hands are rough
Not gentle nor caring.
He takes all his anger out on me,
Even if I caused it or not.
My memories come flooding back in the dark of the night.
Even if the shadow isn't for real,
He haunts my dreams.
The rough and coarse hands can't hurt me anymore
Only hurts the past.
I sit shaking in my bed,
Hugging myself as another memory overcomes me.
I feel the tears running down my face
Waiting, praying,
For the next morning's sunshine to rise over the hill,
For the shadows disappear along with my fears.
As long as the lights are still on
He can't get into my mind anymore.
The morning is only a few hours off,
Creeping closers as the shadows start to draw further away.
