There was once this little neighborhood boy,
charming smiling and friendly to us all,
Yet at night when we all went to sleep,
he was nothing more than daddy's little toy
he lived behind a fence so tall
his innocence was soon to fall
The family had a house splendid and rich
the was rumors that his mother was a witch
we rarely was invited for party
and when we did it was all for show
the presents lined on the table in a row
cakes purchased not made by mothers love
she was never home to stay by the stove
There was once this little neighborhood boy
now imprisoned for a murder he committed
serving lifetime embedded with memories so cruel
He shot his dad with 5 bullets to the head
making sure his cruel daddy was dead
so his sibling was safe from the life
the young boy was forced to lead
What did you think
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Such a heatfelt write...abuse it is such....I can't think of the words because it just tear at my being of the thought. The world is in such a deepness of evil times.
Your expression on this write takes a saddness to my heart.
Well written with deep thoughts and feelings.
debbie
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wow this is a very gruesome but good poem, about abuse, shameful thing is alot of this goes on in the world and the law ends up putting away the innocent tis why I hate them, but this is a very powerful poem. I love it
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wow
the picture shocked me and the writing was powerful, great poem, one of my faves
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i like the last stanza a good ending to it.
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This is such a powerful poem and the picture just seems to hit the reader in the face. Well done for bringing these things to light, it is such a shame, not even that, I could not even describe how I feel about things like this. But well done to you.
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Dear Poet-
This is about ending the abuse without replaying the role as a abuser. I know this happens in the world, but this contest is not about this- repeating roles. It's about healing and this is not in alignment with that.
I will not accept this in this fashion, as it's laid. I will be removing it. If you'd like to re- enter you are welcome to do so but not with this type of content. I challenge you to go beyond the role of replaying the abuse.
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oh my wow,
this is powerful,
if this is personal i know exactly what you mean,
ive been there,
for many years of pain and rape,
but yeah great poem this is fantastic
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thanks
thank you it know who i am writing about, so its personal in a sense i consider writing a book about it..if i dare open that door.
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