The Man

You hide from the man,

You hide from the danger.

You hide from the man,

Who isn't a stranger.

You hid and you hide,

From the anger in his eyes.

You hid and you hide,

Til his anger slowly dries.

Quietly you sit in the back,

When suddenly you smack.

Forwards and back,

Until the sky goes black.

What you saw was a sorry sight,

But what you heard wasn't right.

Not a word, not a sound.

Almost like the world had died down.

You checked and you could

Smell, see, touch and taste.

But as it would appear,

You could no longer hear.

You tried to speak.

But what you heard 

Was only a peek,

Of a very faint shriek.