laying here eyes squeezed shut,
praying to god that he can hears my plees.
hot and sweaty hands on my cheek,
i can smell the Shiner Bock on his breath.
i whimper, knowing whats ahead...
'shhh..., ' he whispers as he pulls back the covers,
'lets play a new game tonight...ok sweetie? '
im floating up over my bed... crying and screaming for this to stop..
...while daddy crawls into bed beside me...
i watch the wave shadows crash on the wall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem