I lay here motionless on the floor
an watch as he leaves and closes the door.
A tear slowly trickles from my eye.
I swallow hard and try not cry.
The marks he left start to burn.
I want to cry out, but I'm afraid he'll return.
Quietly I get up and crawl into my bed,
the pain growing more so in my head.
I turn and face the wall,
I can hear him comeing back down the hall.
Please dear lord let him pass my door,
I don't think I can endure any more.
Author notes
Children should never be beaten for any reason. If you know someone who is please step forward and help them by calling the police.
This poem was written in memory of the children who were abused and died at the hands of their own parents or of another family member.
What is your first thought?
Comments
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Oh wow, this brought back so many painful memories.. you truly captured what some abuse victims go through. amazing write, you took my breath away.
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really good like i just well my heart went out i havnt been beaten before but it is just a horrible thing to ever resort to villence
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