I sit in the house
looking at the clock
a little after three
is the time
I am dreading four
when dad strolls
through the door
He usually brings a buddy
who offers me money
to do things for him
I run and hide
,but daddy says to try
he tells me bills are due
and the job don't pay
,but tells his buds to
save a little for to-nights game
he says he wants me not to be tired
so I can full file his wishes
and still do the dishes
dad sends me to the room
with a guy from the sticks
and trust me lots of them are pricks
and I do as he pleases
then as I think I am done
dad says there is just one more
he tells him to go easy
since I am only twelve
and he just left jail
he says as we walk down the hall
I'll show you a man
you just don't understand
my special circumstances
then the door closes and
we'll I guess he gave it his best
because he made me bleed
and I couldn't even scream
he said I was alright
and I died that night
Author notes
I heard a story of a girl whom was done this way and i dedicate it to people who have trouble f this sort!
Written January 27th, 2004
A contest entry
- Fun with Albert by Old Poetry.
300 points, ended January 31, 2004, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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I agree this is raw and heartbreaking.
I hope it's not true!!
Well written, great use of words.
i am sending you a hug and a kiss to cheer you up.
Bec
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I think you may have entered this poem into the incorrect contest chrissy. It's context is raw and heartbreaking, but I'm afraid it is so much out of place here.
Would you delete it please?
Thank you
Von
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