I never was a child.
Grew up before my age.
But I remember.
Crying as my brother took,
the blow.
Mother watched, and picked him up.
"Go to sleep"she told me.
But I remember.
12yrs and nothing has changed.
Only pain tattooed on me.
To remember...
YOU ARE READING
A Gift To You
PoetryDifferent poems for different situations. I tried to make them as realistic and raw so they may contain real events.
