Not In My Bedroom Again - Version 2

A revision of a previous poem - I couldn't decide which one to use.

Not In My Bedroom Again – Version 2

Not in my bedroom again;
his footsteps fall heavy in the hall,
I’m stuck in a battle I cannot win.

As he opens the door, the hinge creaks,
my skin crawls with fear and shame,
and I cannot help but cringe.

I feel his weight as he sits on my bed,
my body stiffens against his poisonous touch,
leaving me for gasping air I can’t breathe in.

He pays no attention to my pleas to stop,
and I have no one to confide in;
all I want is to do is run away and hide.

Wishing he was dead each day,
I cannot wash away this sin;
how can I make him pay for his deed?

Not in my bedroom again;
I never know who I can trust,
too many people know this so well.