Mummy, Daddy
Stop YELLING please
The doors ajar
Can you see me
Lying low
Too scared to scream
Perched in a corner
No time to dream
The hand that slaps
Mummy's face
I can't stand
To be in this place
Daddy you scare me
Yet you won't know
The fear in me
That daily grows
Don't you see
My frightened face
At night I weep
No tears you trace
Mummy's bleeding
Once again
You smile at me
But see no pain
I am trapped
Within my wall
Hushed silence
While mummy falls
Mummy, Daddy
PLEASE close the door
I don't want
To see this no more
Daddy's coming
My turn to bruise
The doors ajar
And again I lose
In a list
A contest entry
- Sadness and pain by x-Black-Butterfly-x.
370 points, ended March 7, 2007, 15 entries
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I know that fear of yelling. My Dad wouldn't hit my mom, but every Saturday morning they would have a fight, scream and yell. Sometimes, my Dad would cry. Very scary to a child, and painful. My father would come into our bedrooms yelling and calling us names to get back at my mother. Saturday Morning at the Fights, we used to call it.
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excellent
Poems like this keeps life in perspective.It makes you apreciate family more. -
Aww this is really sad it made both me and my best friend cry. it is a shame when a small innocent child has to see something like that and i think that you expressed the childs voice really well in thisa poem. thankyou for entering and good luck
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