Run Poem by Chaoticka Wild

Run



Curled up at his feet
Begging for my life again
Please, Daddy please
Sorry, so sorry
Disregarded
I see his back and bolt
A hand in mine
Run, RUN NOW!
Oh God, please help us
Daddy has a gun

Thursday, May 30, 2013
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