Child Abuse Poem by Emma Wilson
Child Abuse
A door slams shut,
a place to hide?
a fist on the table,
i need to find.
Footsteps on the stairs,
don't move or he'll hear!
Heavy breathing,
my body numbed with fear.
Shouting and screaming,
I block my ears,
Smashed glass on the floor,
can i cry any more tears?
Now he'll come searching,
though this isn't hide and seek,
BUT I Can't fight him off,
I'm just too weak!
I guess the word Father has no meaning,
no, daddy doesn't give a damn about his little girl.
Now the monsters been defeated,
Its me and mummy now,
I've wanted this for so many years,
and My good Friend showed me how.
Excellent write depicting the horrors of child abuse by those who are supposed to protect us. I am so glad you were able to help your friend defeat this demon. A wonderful calling you have chosen for yourself.
great meaningful and painfully erudite lines great job.....and what a role to play...wow GOD speed with yer ambition ! ! !
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 6:56:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I am reminded of the song Memory Lane when reading this good flowing poem for a difficult subject. In the words of the song 'I see that heaven is, I feel the pain where I am back down memory lane'