The sounds of tiny footsteps patter the roof of the car. We sit inside protected from the winter elements. The frosty rain comes down more extreme as time goes on. I feel comfortable. Safe while you’re in control. You dazzle me, Venus in the flesh. The dove of my life. The serenity of our drive collapses With your screams. The man in the window Wrenches on the door handle. Panic rushes through our bones. Movement not at all possible. I want to protect you, but what can I do. The word drive is the only thing I can cry. The man in the window. The man in the window.
A Poem about something that happened that made me scared and feel weak.