Déjà Vus

Week in, week out

The scene repeated itself

Grand-dad was in his cups

Charging with his drawn swords

And throwing empty bottles

Déjà vu

Week in,  week out 

The scene repeated itself

Dad, venting a frustrating

Day at work, lashing me 

With his belt 

Déjà vu

Day in, day out

The scene repeated itself

Mental verbal abuse

Of a grown-up bully

Out of control

Pushing buttons

Déjà vu

Day in, day out

The scene repeated itself

Fearing to go home

Where safety was unknown

Trembling to open the door

Déjà vu

Still wondering

If we deserve

The Déjà Vus

To us served.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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NaPoWrimo 2016

9/30 TSL