Under the Bed

The Children huddle together
As the yelling begins
They look at one another
Wondering if it will ever end

It will stop for awhile
Maybe a week or two
Then the bottle of booze
And mommy has a new bruise

Another night out
Is another blackeye
When it’s all said and done
They ask themselves, Why?

Hearts are broken
And tears are shed
As the children huddle together
Under the bed.