Wife beating daddy.

  I awoke to the sound waves of terror,It’s happening again.Tortured by visions,Of a beer glass booby trapping the floor,And a bloodied face in the mirror.And the worried faces,Reprimanded for cleaning, the mess of it all.That will remain motionless for the rest of the night.Till morning come and his demands will be heard,Enraged he declares, “no longer,Will I take the crap from this family,I do not deserve”.He does deserve.Everything that he gets.But not a wife and children.Who all wish they were dead. The garage door rises, and the banter is silence.Those precious worried faces share a glance.Those footsteps grow heavier as with the tension,And the door swings open.“Hello my loved ones”, it sounds sincere.Yet every voice trembles with fear.It’s like the eye of a hurricane,Seemingly all fine and dandy.But beware of the fury,Of the wife beating daddy.