This poem follows Sammy, a young boy who was living with an abusive mother who has magic powers. It is meant to capture snippets of his feelings and thoughts, and a bit of what really happened that night.
A winter night, so cold and dark
I fled the dungeon, she'd made her mark
On me, that is
Of course she would
I should've known...
I felt the fire strike my bone
Her face lit with the light that shone
From me, that is
Of course it did
She told me I wasn't strong
I didn't belong
But I knew she was wrong...
I would wake up to starlight
And begin my flight
Away, away
From this broken home
Before the magic turned me to stone
To think some:
No light
No life
I didn't want to know
What kind of monster I had become
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Poem Collection
PoesíaAssorted poetry by Bee. Subjects vary, but usually fantasy inspired.
