a daughter sits to read to her father
an empty seat staring back at her
she starts with a word and realizes its no use
she sits outside on the curb in the rain
looks to the sky and screams 'daddy why can't you keep me dry? '
she's tired of being left alone
in an abusers home
her laugh is created from the movies she sees
while she sits in the basement and turns up the volume so she can't her the screams
her smile is painted on by a great magicain
this child is all alone and falling in love with scars on her arms
she prays only to feel disconnected with the world
she grows better at making her screams silent
just so she won't get beaten down
even though she already went through the ground
with bruises on her body and scars on her heart
she lays on the bathroom floor
and drenched in her own blood she whispers,
'daddy why can't you keep me dry? '
I knew it, I knew it when I saw the title. I should not read this poem. But I did. Everything was just as predicted. I should have just not read the poem. I should have just given it the 10 and moved on. GW62
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
couldnt agree less with greenwolfe, keep it up! If time permits please read and rate some of my work, thank you. Kilian