We Fight For Hours

We fight for hours without clear end.
A vicious cycle that leaves me unclean.
My mother stands there, she won't bend.

It's starts off slow, a haunting familiar trend
that plagues us even in moments so serene.
We fight for hours without clear end.

No fists fly and no bodies left to mend,
but my heart bleeds from words so keen.
My mother stands there, she won't bend.

I try to make him understand, I try to defend
myself against his taunts that sound so obscene.
We fight for hours without clear end.

Anger simmers behind walls I dare not transcend.
A flurry of dark emotions whirls unseen
as my mother stands there, she won't bend.

I cry, I scream, this man will not lend
his mind to see the pain when he demeans.
We fight for hours without clear end.
My mother stands there, no hand to extend.