Caught In The Crossfire Of Abuse Poem by Lodigiana Poetess

Through the blinds, shackling the silvery glow of a distant icy moon
leaks the meerestglimmer of radiance.
Throwing errieshadows on the wall bedecked with images..
Images of all that couldand should be...but isn't.......

The noiseless cacophony of silence- broken only by the sound ofa heart beating so fast it threatens to escape its protective cage,
A peace descending, that is like the ceasefire on a battlefield...
A battlefield strewn with lifeless faces with grotesque grimaces that lead them through to the afterworld.
Dismembered bodies and souls that will never reunite and only serve to show the utter mania of conflict...

A distant scream of a fox, feral cats claiming territory;
a never-ending scenario of want, need, anger, pain and despair
Then...ceasefire over, as fast as it began.
First one voice, them the other, rising in crescendo and venom...
The sound of movement, fierce and unrelenting,
then crying that begins defiantly, but ends up piteously.
Another night...
Another day....
Another fight...
No other way...
My heritage, my memories, my childhood, .....my folks.