Hiding again,
in the closet,
under my mother's bed.
Hiding again,
won't let him find me again.
The door to the room is opening,
foot steps coming closer.
Holding my breath,
my lungs are smoldering.
Shriveling from lack of air.
His boots,
filthy,covered in mud,
stop by my face.
I close my eyes but I see him bending.
"There you are you little shit.
Why are you hiding there.
Stupid little kid,
I can find you any where!"
Another day,
hiding from the pain again.
Another day,
it's gonna be the end.
He comes in the room,
same as every time before.
Looking for me,
his little fucking "whore."
But this time he bends down,
not expecting my suprise.
I whip out the spotless steel,
of my mother's kitchen knife.
Hiding,
hiding no longer.
Running,
from what I have done.
Every one believed,
all that he did to me.
I had every right,
to use the kitchen knife.
But the blood that I shed,
dripping from my nose.
Still stains my old shoes,
and my childhood clothes.
The memories remain,
haunting every dream.
The crimson in my eyes will never go away. . .
A contest entry
- Skeletons in the Closet? by XHollowXEyesX.
800 points, ended June 2, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Options! Options! and more Options!! PW by Patience15.
780 points, ended January 6, 36 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
i believe this fits the last option, e) being strong.
Comments
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This is a very chilling poem. The words you've chosen to illustrate your memories are precise, giving me an actual image, almost like a movie.
I am forever sorry that you had to endure such a horrific event and I stand behind your choice of retaliation 1000%. It was probably really hard to write that ^^ up there and so I have nothing more than the utmost respect for you and your strength. Not only are you a very talented poet, but a strong person.
thank you for sharing this read and I do hope that you have gotten some sort of closure from this write
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Damn! This is a really intense write. The emotion is strong and keeps the reader on the edge right up to the end. I wish i had talent like this.
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Whoa...this is very, very intense. It's an incredibly painful thing to talk about, and you did a really good job.
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Wow, this is painful to read, such a horrible thing to endure, such terrible things that will be remembered forever. I am sorry, i know its nothing but i am.
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Superb
A very fine write. However, I hope this wasn't written from personal experience. If it was you certainly have my empathy.
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This is in fact a trial I endured in my child hood. Thank you for your empathy. . . . -
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You are quite welcome.
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Wow!
A powerfully sad write that way too many people, including myself, can relate to. I cannot fathom how an adult can do these horrible things to a precious and innocent child. This poem really shows your pain. Great job! Blessings, Patty
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So sad. Child abuse is incomprehensible. I think it is the most wicked thing done in our society.
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what a chilling piece of writing...
I do not know whether to feel upset for the all the pain that you were put through, or happy that you stood up for yourself.
This is a brilliant poem. The flow and rhythm of it mixes perfectly with what you are saying and I love how you kept the language simple, doing this made it seem that the child is reading it out to me. great use of imagery.
Thankyou for entering and writing this piece.
All the best
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this is good... and as a bonus.... it's in colours i can read
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This is really deep, I like it! Very well done.
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nice one. Its a story of death so maybe the title should have something about death in it? any ways good luck in the contest.
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