Eloise Crowther (21/3/1995 / Brisbane)

Anger bashed and thrashed inside him
Anger tumbled out
Within the room all painted dim
His anger was a shout

His lifted hand was clenched so tight
Then unleashed upon his boy
Extinguished from the world was light
For anger was his toy

The room around them stood in fear
Silent, vexed and swayed
The room around them shed a tear
In the darkness of the day

The storm inside him had settled now
Quiet and still was he
Anger had gone and calmed his brow
Still he could not see

Blind to him was this little child
Hiding away from his fate
Scarce to him was a simple smile
In his hardened state

Around the back, beneath the house
Along the cob-webbed ground
Sitting quiet as a mouse
The little boy was found

His big brown eyes were shut so tight
To shield away the truth
There was suffering pain in his awful plight
And suffering left him bruised

His face was coloured, harmed and scared
Barely old enough to speak
To show himself he didn't dare
Instead, he cried himself to sleep