In the stillness of the night broken crayons hit the floor
Screams echoing down the halls paint pictures galore
In the mind of child who doesn’t understand anymore
Tears stream down his face as he wonders what he’s done so wrong
Sitting crossed leg in the dark his music box plays his favorite song
It had been his mother’s when she was young
He mouths silent words closing his eyes against the pain being sung
Prayers to a god that isn’t present
Left alone shivering a small body in torment
Spread before him drawings of a wishful happy ending
Hidden bruises, bloodied nose, forcing a smile; pretending
Facing the harsh realities of this world at only seven
Cries in the darkness to his mother, to his god, to the angels and to heaven
He knows in his little heart no one will ever come
Whispers of reason tell him to leave, but there is no where to run
Heavy steps of evil intent draw near
Shivering uncontrollably with inconceivable fear
Door opens the little boy closes his eyes tight
Heart races, he holds back the tears, and fights his inner fright
Tries not to think if he’ll be able to stand after tonight
He bites his lower lip, and tells himself he deserves this, this is right
His daddy tells him he’s a horrible mistake
Only the music comforts this small child’s heartache
Daddy stumbles across the room as the stench of whiskey fills the air
The boy clutches the pretty little box trying to prepare
Feels like the fear wraps him up in endless despair
Should he scream out for help, does he dare?
With each hateful fist that slams against his face
He winces begging for someone to take him from this place
Tonight dad plans this out to be his final embrace
The screeching of an innocent child finally stops
With blood covered hands, to his knees the father drops
Reaching toward the still body in an alcohol induced haze
Looking at the outcome of his destructive unspeakable ways
Blood and urine slowly seep across the floor to his knees
He grips the tiny broken figure of his son, weeping frantically, “Oh god, please”
Off in the corner, chipped laying on its side the music box sings
Soft beats of a heart and soul that finally got its wings
Steady humming into the dreadful night
The music box guides the boy to his mother and to the light.
Author notes
Fits option 11.
Something about myself..I drink alot of soda. And I'm pissed off alot.
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Option 3.
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well there's a lot of imagery and emotion in this. it is truly very sad, and a lot more than i was expecting.
this is great.
good luck
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Oh this is so sad. Im all teary now. It just breaks my heart. So sad, i can almost hear the music box playing. beautifuly written. very well done.
Dani.
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WOW. this makes me want to cry.
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If it made you feel something. Then I accomplished something through my words. Thank you for your comment.
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I chose to put this piece in the finalists list after reading solely based on my first impression. It had a delicate power to it, and it really persauded the reader with a strong message.
I feel like it lacked imager that "showed" more then "told" and also some of the phrasing and wording could've been more creative.
But I loved the ideas you incorporated...like, instead of just saying this child was abused and then went to the mother, you used that music box and a couple other ideas to incorporate the story.
It was very raw and believable, which just helped to make the reality sink in more.
I find this topic cliche, even though it is really tragic and a real thing in life, it is overwritten, but you were able to really make me feel with it. So, for sure, I commend you.
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'He winces begging for someone to take him from this place',
i love that bit it makes me wanna like be a superhero and go around and save innocent little kids like your character, so sad, i love it
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Feeling it
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This is so sad. I'm crying atm......[composes herself]
How could anyone ever do that to a child, let alone their own child. I hate people who hurt people, phisically or emotionally. Nobody ever knows how badly things effect people. This poem is so heartbreaking. You've captured a lot of emotion in this peice and i absolutly loved the flow! Good lcuk in the contest!! -
This poem is so sad :[ I just want to hold that little boy.
"In the mind of child who doesn’t understand anymore"
I've been there. I think we all have. You definitely painted a saddening picture here. Great job and thanks for entering. :]
Peace
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Such a Darkness. To know that such a thing is happening somewhere as you write this is truly profound. My mind reeled and heart turned at such vividness portrayed in this write. Being a child advocate , I do know and have seen such atrocities.
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heart wrenching
i sat reading as it pulled on my strings just as i think you intended, job well done a beautifully painfull write.
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Wow. This was amazing. If the site had allowed you to enter this into my contest, I could see this placing. This was amazing, touching, horrible, and beautiful. I love your take on the title. GREAT WRITE!!
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