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A poem to remind us what happens in this bad world

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Saints Alive

Saints Alive Report 20 Apr 2008 19:32



My name is Chris

I am three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can't do a wrong

I can't speak at all

Or else im locked up

All day long.

When im awake im all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home

When my mommy does come home

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe i'll just get

One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's bar.

I hear him curse

My name is called

I press myself

Against the wall

I try to hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry

He finds me weeping

Calls me ugly words,

He says its my fault

He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And run to the door

He's already locked it

And i start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken,

"I'm sorry!", I scream

But its now much to late

His face has been twisted

Into a unimaginable shape

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

O please God, have mercy!

O please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door

While i lay there motionless

Brawled on the floor

My name is chris

I am three,

My father has just

Murdered me



Twizzle

:{{{0())~}        Ian         مْر

:{{{0())~} Ian مْر Report 20 Apr 2008 19:35

Phew.

And on that happy note, goodnight all!

JustJean

JustJean Report 20 Apr 2008 19:36

Oh, that was powerful, made me shiver, where did
it come from?

Saints Alive

Saints Alive Report 20 Apr 2008 19:36

At least this one is'nt a myth Ian !!!!

JustKaz

JustKaz Report 20 Apr 2008 19:37

very sad.... :(

:{{{0())~}        Ian         مْر

:{{{0())~} Ian مْر Report 20 Apr 2008 19:37

Not my scene, mate.

I try to stay lighthearted. Prefer the myths.

I've seen it in real life for many many years and don't need reminders!

PinkDiana

PinkDiana Report 20 Apr 2008 19:48

so sad

xx

Saints Alive

Saints Alive Report 20 Apr 2008 19:51

Ian sorry to hear the poem has brought back memories , but like you in the situations I have found myself to be in I always try to look on the bright side of life , but unlike you I prefer the real world and join my friends who have survived what we went through and discuss why we thought it happened , but we never deny it did happen

regards Twizzle

Sue

Sue Report 20 Apr 2008 19:51

Can't say anything really, too horrible to contemplate

Sue x

:{{{0())~}        Ian         مْر

:{{{0())~} Ian مْر Report 20 Apr 2008 19:55

We will agree to differ.

Please dont think I suffered from abuse, I didn't.

What I did do was arrest and prosecute the perpetrators. I saw more than most people can ever imagine. More than most people would ever want to imagine. The depths of human depravity has no limits.

That is the real world. Not here. This is make believe here. There is nothing real here. You are what you want to be and you do as you wish.

Never ever forget the difference.

Harpstrings

Harpstrings Report 20 Apr 2008 19:56

Perhaps some people might not want to be reminded of what happened to them as a child and have taken all their life to put it behind them and move on.

Tina xx

Cumbrian Caz~**~

Cumbrian Caz~**~ Report 20 Apr 2008 19:57

I just want to hold these babies, Twiz, wrap them up and be their Mummy, and I am a Mum who would give them my love,



So sad,


Caz xx

Cumbrian Caz~**~

Cumbrian Caz~**~ Report 20 Apr 2008 19:58

Ian, love, my OH too, he worked for the prison service, heard and saw awful tales,


Heart breaking,


Caz xxx