As I hide behind these walls.
My mother's cries grow stronger.
Falling by my fathers hands.
Bond in family, felt no longer.
Between these cracks, I peek to see.
Concern grows strong, as I watch,
The battle she has lost.
He spots me through the notch.
I close my eyes, so not to see,
God above, please rescue me.
Nichole A.Dustin (C)
1/4/2007
Author notes
Unfortunatly I suffered a rough childhood, and when I looked at the picture prompt, this is what came to mind.
A contest entry
- Quickie ~ 10 ~ 10 ~ 30 ~ Picture Prompt Posted Now by blondone.
525 points, ended January 4, 2008, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
My mother taught me if you have nothing nice to say don't say it at all. We are not here as pros, we are here to share our art and have fun. *grin*
Comments
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Excellent
Very well done. Great take on the prompt. Congratulations on your silver.
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Me too... Congrats. on the Silver Trophy!
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The raw emotions tears me strong anf powerful writing true imagery brought forth much talent I find here thank you for entering and so sorry for the abuse you had to endure and or watch
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breathtaking in its honesty and simplicity. subtly understated and just stunning. the ache it has left with me could not be deeper if you had written with a thousand long winded words. brilliant. thank you for sharing, i hope it helps to write.
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