Tremble
The child trembles, like she had never witnessed death before -
watching her father drink his sorrows away,
her mother cower as her father hovered over her.
The child trembles, like she had never witnessed death before -
watching her brother slowly plan his escape.
The child trembles, like she had never witnessed death before-
Watching her sister fade further away
The child trembles, like she had never witnessed death before-
even though she was the one who insisted on the fish got a funeral.
The child trembles, like she had never witnessed death before-
watching as new bruises begin to bloom.
The child trembles,
watching her hands shake as she writes her name
The child trembles, like she had never witnessed death before-
watching her father WHACK her mother across the face - her body landing with a thud.
The child trembles – as she watches her mother pick herself up,
like nothing had happened to be kicked in the back.
The child trembles, like she had never witnessed death before-
as she watched her father become a monster,
the one he vowed he would not become.
The child trembles,
clinging onto her mother,
sobbing – the blood and tears now one.
The child trembles,
holding on to her mother’s hand,
silently praying - zipping her up,
taking her heart with.
The child trembles, like she had never witnessed death before-
As she watched her brother print his one-way ticket,
grasping it with a blood-stained hand,
to walk out the door, never to return
The child trembles, like she had never witnessed death before-
watching her sister writing at the desk.
The child trembles,
as her sister ties the knot round her throat,
staring into her now hallow soul.
The child trembles, like she had never witnessed death before -
Frozen as they take her sister away.
The child trembles,
as she stares into her sister’s coffin.
The child trembles, she had never experienced death before -
her face become more sunken in.
The child trembles -
As she watches her ribs leave her body.
The child trembles, she had never experience death before-
Watching her complexion in the mirror slowly disappear.
The child trembles, she had never experienced death before -
As they carry out another casket,
the child trembles -
Peering over the edge.
The child is still, like she had never felt death before
As death wraps around her,
stealing her breath.
The child is silent, lips unmoving
The child is peaceful, never feeling more at ease than this moment.
The child is home, where silence holds her close.
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Author:
Beccadeepinside (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem for a scholarship. I need advice, I don't have to have it turned in until March 15th. Please I need the scholarship for school. Spare me a minute of your time with your feedback. Thank you!
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
That's a very haunting,sad and powerful write around a young child growing up in a abusive household, caused by the father and his drinking. In the poem you can feel the pain off all the family who have chosen different ways to get out of it. She has witnessed the death of mother and sister and her brother left her on his own and she could only see one way out herself. It is tragic ,sad and a heartbreaking write
You have a powerful piece here with a great theme and you have chosen a great format in the repetitive use of the same line. However, because of this type of format I would suggest distilling the power of the lines, by pruning the least powerful or condensing them into fewer lines to increase the impact. Making the poem shorter will make it stronger. "Less is more" they say. Just a suggestion. Loved the poem
Powerful write
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