So many little kids afraid of the dark
Even to day its my brother's greatest fear
Long waited nights I stood by his side
the younger sister calming her brother
I was never afraid of the dark
or the monsters it was said to hide
for I know of none to date
Night held no sorrow in my mind
Instead it was a haven my own safe place
A time when i was free from all embase
but too quickly it would end
and bring the monsters of the day
those I know are real
and haunt me to this day
For every strike against eched into memory
for every dropp of blood shed pains me
Aw how I loved when spanks no longer hurt
But I still had to hide the reason from her
No-one could know how I became stone
For she is still alive and strong
and can hurt me more that they know
Oh I can take being left behind
And the beating cease to hurt
I've learned to love to be ignore
but what hurt is what was stolen from me
a childhood is for what I long
for My moster is my grandma
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The simplicity compliments the truth of this poem... The real monsters walk freely during the day.