The Closet

His father had a temper Never cherished him Never was the boys mentor The boy always ran to his mother For the relationship they had Was never tethered Jealousy and rage Embody the father The boy always ran to the closet Locked the door Sat on the floor And Covered his ears and never saw it Sat silently in the closet The screams, the fear The abuse so near Caused by the one so dear The burns and bruises The boys mother was always afraid But she hoped one day The boys father would change his ways Come together as family Oh she prayed And so she stayed To no avail The boys father Was a spirit from hell The boy always ran to the closet Locked the door Sat on the floor And Covered his ears and never saw it Sat silently in the closet The screams, the fear The abuse so near Caused by the one so dear Caused by the one so dear