Christina Bird


Broken Home - Poem by Christina Bird

Anger, anger
Fire and rage.
Terrified kids,
Locked in a cage.

No more freedom,
Lost your chance.
Bruised backs
By a metal lance.

Giving in,
Awake all night.
Sun rises
To another fight.

Foul words,
Flying fists.
Red marks
And blade-kissed wrists.

Bodies howled
And wounds cried.
Hoping the dead men
Would stay to their side.

Crash! Bang!
Boom! Hooray!
Another evil man
They slay.

Arrhythmic footsteps,
mourning wind.
These kids are about to
Really sin.

No more cages,
No more locks.
About to escape from
The horrid box.

Running, running.
Blind from sight.
Running out into the
Cool of night.

Escape the prison!
Escape this place!
Escape the man with
An evil grin on his face.

Call the police!
Find someone to assist!
We must get this man caught
Before he swings more fists.

Away from the broken home,
Away from all the pain,
But covering the floors and walls
Are washed away blood stains.

They find the man,
Psycho he is.
These terrified boys will
No longer be his.

New home,
Safety at last.
Now they try
To forget the past.

Topic(s) of this poem: abuse, child abuse, escape


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I was just kind of writing poems and some words started to flow.
This was the outcome.

Comments about Broken Home by Christina Bird

  • Dr.tony Brahmin (12/18/2015 1:14:00 AM)


    ohhhhhhh a horrible description of a terrible experience in such a home. you have described it very well in short verses, poignant and expressive. thank you very much. tony (Report) Reply

    (12/19/2015 3:16:00 AM)

    Thank you for your comment Tony, I'm glad you liked it.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 23, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, November 23, 2015


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