Poetry in Spoken Word by Tracy Kocsis - HTML preview

NO REST

Half past midnight

And you stormed the house again.

Bellowing, loud-mouth

The insanity starts again.

For what seemed like hours on end,

You hurled obscenities

And stripped me of my dignity.

I wanted to rest

I longed to be balanced

I contended with my own issues

But your liquor-fueled arsenic,

Your twisted, mangled rage-

You belted out terror

And made me into a nervous wreck.

Let me be, I cried.

But you gave me no rest.

Your anger  was relentless-

I prayed you would leave at last.