Hiding in my room
Not making a sound.
If I stay real still
I might not be found.

He just got home
and he's mad again.
Nothing will stop him,
he'll fight to the end.

My heart is beating
at a rapid pace.
I picked up a pillow
to hide my face.

Footsteps I hear
coming down the hall.
He's constantly pounding
and beating the wall.

Trembling with fear
my body is shaking.
Trying to be still
no chance am I taking.

The death of silence
is all I can hear.
Everything got quiet
He must know I'm here.

Suddenly he's smothering me
and won't let go.
As he took my last breath
the Lord took my soul.

The pillow I chose
to hide my face
Was the answer to my prayer,
I'm in a new place.

Eileen Breedlove