Childhood Gone

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Age eight,

So alone,

Father gone,

Then twelve,

And so hollow,

Just a shadow of what I was,

Child no longer,

Darkness sinks in deep...

Mother's too busy,

Always working,

No time to watch out for dangers...

Tossing,

Turning,

Nightmares won't leave...

Screams come,

Thrashing and banging,

My younger sister screams,

The cool harsh sting of metal meeting her skin...

Like kisses,

Oh,

I know,

I've seen it play out all to well...

If only he'd leave her alone,

I can stand the verbal abuse,

But not the pain,

A pain my sister meets every night,

As he drinks...

Why'd mother bring him to us?

How could love blind so much?

I do not know.


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