"Rage"

the floors are creaking again,
the walls are shaking,
that moment has come again,
where he returns.
i didn't want to be there,
i didn't want to hear.
the noises,
loud noises,
covering the night,
leaving the world with a dark fright.
his pitch hurt to hear,
his comforting tone was nowhere near.

the spiraling plunge,
to tears and to rage,
to hate and to love,
compassion to reach out,
but never to touch.
with murder under my breath i continued,
never forgetting the fear,
never reliquishing my hate,
that was clear.

constantly i screamed the excuses,
his life at work is rocky,
he just needs some order,
if only his day was shorter.
but no matter how hard i try,
i can't understand,
how this rage is taking the upperhand.