Sitting under the night sky, so black,
Nobody knows what she's holding back,
Pulling her sleeves past the black and blue,
Once these bruises fade they'll come back anew,
She looks so high,
Wishing she could melt into the sky,
Out of her eye drops a single tear,
As she realizes she has to face her worst fear,
At the thought of home she shutters,
A prayer for help she mutters,
Her fathers face shakes in her head,
And her broken heart fills with dread,
The front door creaks as she steps inside,
Jumping over beer bottles, she runs to hide,
Sliding under her bed, she tries not to make a sound,
Too late; the floor creaks as she touches ground,
He hits her harder when she cries,
As the heavy steps grew closer, she's terrified,
The door slams as the pain is to come,
Her fathers clothes smell like smoke and rum,
He lifts her up by a chunk of hair,
Taking the first punch, he begins to swear,
She cries for help, but it's too late,
He won't stop til he's got out all the hate,
A daily routine but tonight's not the same,
Tonight the end of the beating never came,
A few hours later the ambulance arrives,
Her life is over, at the age of five.
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My Poetry
PoetryThese are my poems. I'd appreciate it if you didn't steal any of them because they're very personal. That's pretty much it. I hope you guys like them.
