mother and father

How I wish I could put an end
to her misery, my mother sitting
there on her bed, dreaming of a
day when she'll be set free of
this catastrophe and menacy

How I wish I could put an end
to his manipulation, my father
battling my mother, a game that
has no rules but his rules, and
her cries at the end of the night

I sit here and wonder if it will
ever be over, and why he feels
like he needs to control her

My mother feels like a failure,
how I wish I could help her

Yet my kin and I can only
watch and wait, listen to the
game and before we know it,
it will be too late before we
try to resist becoming bait

The game will never end, there
will never be a winner nor a
loser, only continuous trends

The texts, the calls, the anger
drowns us in danger, they wonder
why I stutter, and I am powerless
against the competants who
strive to fight the war that won't end

I can only sit and wait for the
day that it will all be over