The child with no name
Was raised by the hand
Living in the silence and the shame
Silence under the influence of a man
Who remained a child himself
Using a fist to release his inner hell
What was a child to do
But turn and follow
Turn and redistribute abuse
Leaving his heart hollow
Starting with the fading of light
His sister's screams echo in the night
A contest entry
- Second Annual April is Abuse Awearness Month. by FallenFromGrace1102.
1000 points, ended May 10, 51 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Powerful write, this was so painful to read. Keep up the beautiful work. I wish you the best of luck in my contest and thank you for entering this piece. Keep spreading the Awerness.
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