The Sound Poem by Nicholas Wayde Turner 24

The sound of shattering glass against the wall as I tried to sleep.
The sound of screaming woman as I was drifting off.
The sound of your loud shrieks in the dead of night.
Why was this an okay environment?
Why was I in this so called home?
I was always afraid.
I was always in defense mode.
There was never a time I felt safe in your presents.
The sound of your voice made my skin crawl.
The sight of your truck pulling into the drive made my heart pound.
Now I'm scared of loud sounds.
February 16,2015