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tw: abuse, murder in the act of self defense, alcoholic man











he opens his eyes,

a blinding light comes to sight.

his head is aching and his body is shaking,

for he barely slept through the night.


terrors are hidden behind his eyes,

things the plain man shall not see.

but what if he needed him to.

for help is what he needs;

as he lays in bed with a knife under his head.


he closed her eyes as footsteps neared,

him toes clenched in fear.

he could try to run and tell someone,

but they'd never believe him.


for we live in a world where power reigns,

and people are too blind to see others pain.

he lives in a place where he must hide his face,

so others wouldn't question.


the man came into the room;

screaming and yelling.

and without hesitation,

the knife struck through.

the man fell to the floor, eyes holding pain.

and the boy didn't look down as he walked out,

kicking the bottle before he left.


this is my first poem i am publishing. this has not happened to me, i live in a safe home. i just prefer to write about current issues in the world, in order to spread awareness.

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