Concrete

While tears fall down and hit the floor
my mom walks out and slams the door.
I grab a pillow and cover my face
wishing I could go to a better place.
The yelling and screaming invade my mind
and sometimes I wish I was truly blind.
The glass that shatters, the vases that break
make all the nerves in my body shake.
The sirens come blaring down the street
and I look at my mom laying on the concrete.