The love in his eyes
Was way too strong
When he looked at his daughter.
The love his hands showed
Was too much
For his little girl.
The body
Of his daughter,
Was his wonderland.
The spot between her legs
Is were he rested his fingers.
Gutting her insides
And scraping her mind
Leaving scars
All over his
Little girl.
The breasts
Were covered in brusies
And it's where he rested his lips.
His words
Sucked the life
out of her.
Scaring her.
Now every time she hears
Those words,
She hides behind
Her memories
And latches onto
His voice
That rings in her ears.
She screams for help
But not out loud.
My dear
Oh, my dear.
Look into my eyes.
You can see that little girl.
Can't you?
But what you didn't see
Is that the little girl
Learned how to bury her problems
And how to scream with her eyes
And mouth closed,
Instead of her voice
With an open mouth.
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The Dark Road Called Life: Poems
PoetryThese poems are how I feel in the moment. I know the first few absolutely suck, but the bottom ones would have to be the best in my opinion. I am open to criticisim and I hope you enjoyed your reading. Thank you! Bye!
