She lies, sleeping softly on the couch
Her tired sacrificing body curled up like a cat keeping from the cold
She'd rather lie uncomfortabe than return to her bed
Where he arrogantly snores
His alcoholic breath blowing out thick gases, poisoning the air
I silently watch
My eyes cry invisible tears for her
She is so beautiful but my memory paints her as a wiltering flower, weeping
I feel my tiny palm shadow her face landing upon her trembling shoulder
Queitly awaking her
My voice whispering that she can have my bed tonight
She fights a smile
Her troubled head slightly shaking no
Knowing that my temptation of comfort is a losing battle against the guilt that fills her
Feeling she needs to protect and care for me
I wish that I were not so small
Like a child
Maybe I would then be of some help rather than a burden
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