Vishaan
07-24-2009, 05:43 PM
Childhood abuse is something very near and dear to me. I take it very seriously. and this is just one of many poems about it I have written.
The child she cries,
As the fist bears down.
The father he tries,
To silence the sound.
The room is now quiet,
No longer abrupt.
The pain is a riot,
Like the father corrupt.
The mother is silent,
In the back of the room.
The father grows violent,
In a passion he will loom.
The little girl's eyes,
A passionate sight.
Behind all the lies,
The little girl will fight.
The child she cries,
As the fist bears down.
The father he tries,
To silence the sound.
The room is now quiet,
No longer abrupt.
The pain is a riot,
Like the father corrupt.
The mother is silent,
In the back of the room.
The father grows violent,
In a passion he will loom.
The little girl's eyes,
A passionate sight.
Behind all the lies,
The little girl will fight.