Mommy please!
SLAP
No use fighting
My whimpers,
Please her
Sick soul.
My feeble
Attempts to get away,
From the hurt,
The pain,
The confusion,
Fail.
I still feel
The hurt,
The pain,
The confusion.
Failure.
The symphony of
My life.
Hope fled,
Died,
Ceased to exist.
My skin
Her canvas.
A dash of red.
Blue.
Green.
Purple.
Yellow.
"Add some texture."
There you go,
A battered canvas
At its breaking point.
To far she went.
I see my body,
Laying there.
Crumpled.
Bloody.
Scarred.
A pretty rainbow:
For all to see.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of Mine
PoetryFrom the title I'm sure you guessed this is some of my poetry... If you didn't I have no words. If you are confused by anything I'd love to hear from you and I'd be glad to elaborate!:) comment if you liked didn't like or if there is something I can...
