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Can you capture the essence of this child in a poem!?
Alone at night, young girl in her bed, hears voices from parents' room through the wall!.
"What's the matter, Dottie, aren't I as good as Herb!?" her father angrily shouted!.
"Oh, Abe, please don't do this to me again!."
Young girl trembled, pulled her sheets up to her chin, as though she feared a vampire would appear and suck her blood dry!. For nine months while mother was gone, seeking love from Herb, her father's bed became her prison, a living hell!. Though her mother she never told!.
Again the screaming came, mixed with mother's tears!.
Their headboard knocked against the wall, young girl thought, no ones home, go away!.
The next morn she awoke, first one up she was sure as she quietly stepped down two flights of stairs!. She entered the kitchen to see she had been wrong!. Mother was standing by sink,holding a knife, head bowed!. Mother turned her head to see daughter standing there!. Both
faces communicated awash with tears!. Mother searched her daughter's eyes as if waiting for permission!. Daughter in that moment became mother to mother and slowly approached!. She gently surrounded handle of knife with young fingers!. With eyes she spoke, simply saying, "I know!."Www@QuestionHome@Com
Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
She sits facing the windowless wall,
her back to the door while
discourse eats away logic
in the front room
and her hand
grows numb from hanging!.
She gathers a breath, shallow
from an anxious series
of moments, and blows it
out while she waits for the next one!.
She unties her thoughts, laying them out
on the ground at her feet
and they tangle
She says some words out loud;
and wishes she could own them
and learn from them!.
The door behind her squeaks
inward, a tiny face looks on!. “Have you
The episode passes
and a smile forces itself!. “What have we got!?
This thing has to stop, she thinks,
And she smells the hot apple
on her way to the kitchen,
without really trying!.
I can relate to this!.!.!.!.no abuse of me involved!.!.!.but, the awakening in the night to hear the angry raised voices, and to hear blows!. Going in to protect my mother to find her pinioned to the bed with my father's arm across her throat!.!.!.and screaming 'Leave her alone'!.!.!.!.before running back to my room!. In the morning!.!.!.no-one said anything!. No one ever did!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Sunken hopes, set in wet sockets!. Sightless, beyond the wall of black evil, having been blinded with the horrors of humanity!. Crimson tears sealing the moment, life starts at the dead end!.
the chills continue!.!.
I know things like this exist!.!.and it saddens me and at the same time gladdens my heart that I was so blessed with 2 loving parents and a wonderful childhood full of memories I treasureWww@QuestionHome@Com
The girl is not as alone as she thinks she is!. I was there too!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
This was very deep and heavy!. I could actually feel their pain!. ?Www@QuestionHome@Com
Wow!.!.!. I got chills!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
I have no words but I'm looking in your eyes, as well!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
That was very touching,And to think that happens more than we no!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Damn!.!.!. now you have not just sent chills down my spine
You have gone and made me cry!.!.