She walks in,
slowly, and quietly so he does not hear her.
for every night she comes home late,
he yells,
for every time dinner is not done,
he yells,
for everything that is not right,
he yells,
for he yells just to yell,
she hides, and cries, and can never get away,
for the yelling stays with her all day.
she works, and pays the bills, and does not every sleep...
but still he yells.
once there was no yelling,
there soon will be no yelling again,
for the yelling will stop,
once he comes to an end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem