A child at the age of 4 cries upon her swing and tries to bring her feelings out in words she tries to sing. A mother stands and listens, but turns to close her ears but looks once more to see her face And the sobs and tears, the little girl with no place to go tries to run and hide. She finds an ivy Bush round back that has a hole inside. The mother yells for her to come But yet, she wants to stay. The father starts to Yell for her, so the little girl runs on her way, she gets closer to her father, and she bows her head in shame he starts to scream and yell at her you're the one to blame. The little girl is sent upstairs to go into her room. Where she already knows that later she'll face her doom. The day's gone, the night has come and everyone's asleep. The little girl still very scared. Stares at the door without a peep. Then the footsteps she has feared all night are on their way upstairs. She can't help but stare at the door and tremble in fear. He picks her up and brings her down, and he starts to yell. The little girl so very scared goes through another night of hell.
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Author:
beautiful disaster (
Offline) - Published: September 5th, 2023 12:44
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
you coverd alot of ground with this poem. and the worst part is when someone is being abused at a younge age they live the rest of there life being abused wether they remeber there abuse or not its there and it ruins people
There are wounds tha never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything tha bleeds
Thank you
amen
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