A poem... what do u think?

Question

i hear their voices

from down the hall

with sounds of banging

onto the walls

i sit on my bed

and hold my pillow tight

hopeing to God

its not another fight

Father runs in the room

with his knife close by

i look him straight in the face

for i no longer cry

he pointed the blade

straight at my throat

as i caught a sight

at the blood on his coat

i cursed and i yelled

and not a moment to soon

i pull out a gun

boom

Answer 1

I really like your poem, very confronting stuff.

This is just my thoughts but I personally think if you change:

he pointed the blade

straight at my throat

as i caught a sight

at the blood on his coat

to

he pointed the blade

straight at my throat

as i caught sight

of the blood on his coat

But regardless, I thought it was great.

I just hope it is not written from experience.  Keep writing.

Answer 2

Cool. I liked how you arrived at the shot