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Cries of A little Child


One of the poems I wrote when I was ten. I know it’s not good, but it isn’t supposed to be. You’d get the gist of the feelings.

A child cries
In the ruins of the night,
Shatters the silence with all the might
He knows not, what lays up, ahead and apart
But he soon does, with his bleeding heart
‘Stop mother, I beg you!’
‘You make me sick.’ A knife she drew
A wrenching swing
He broke like a twig
‘you’re an abomination, disgusting as a sin’
The child lay there, broken within
Such a sight, a lonely heart
thought it’s the best, to be apart
from the precious life, soul within
carries on like a restless cart
Ever witnessed the history, have you?
Don’t know aout you, but I saw a soul depart.

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My name is Sarah


I am but 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 speak at all
I can’t do a wrong
Or else I’m locked up
All the day long.
When I awake I’m all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren’t home
When my mommy does come
I’ll try and be nice,
So maybe I’ll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don’t make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie’s Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I’m so afraid now
I’m starting to cry
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for 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 too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor

My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.

Cries of The Little Girl


Who hears the cries of the little girl

Yet burning, still her pain

Quieted not by tick nor tock

Replete, misguided shame.

Who hears the cries of the little girl

Who oft had to be so strong

Feigning sturdiness to fix

Her birth she’d felt so wrong.

Who hears the cries of the little girl

Now no one cares to hear her

Her cries are muted – rage and pain are

Pleading to draw nearer

Who hears the cries of the little girl

And if no one then why –

Why didn’t the ones who could have made

A difference even try?

Who hears the cries of the little girl

The perspicacious see

The shout in her averted glaze

Her tacit paucity.

Risks not taken, lovers vexed

Love shown but last on she

Trudging a loner’s road so long –

Lost opportunity.

From the inside looking out

All completely missed

Lessons learned but late in life-

A mere spectator in the mist.

Who hears the cries of the little girl

Tears shed alone and hid.

No one heard the cries of the little girl

Is it not time someone did?

She knows


She lies in her bed

Replaying the memory over and over in her head

Of what it felt like

Of all the pain

And she knows that it’ll happen again

Through the pain and suffering

She finds peace in her own world

And she knows that there h can’t hurt her

She knows that there she is safe

She hears a door slam at the bottom of the stairs

And she knows that he’s coming for her

To get rid of his pain and grief

He hits her until his anger is done

Through the pain and suffering

She finds peace in her own world

And she knows that there he can’t hurt her

She knows that there she is safe

After his rage is gone

He leaves her bleeding on the floor

And she wonders if he really cares

And wonders why her mother left her there

Alone with all this hate and pain

And wants to know if she’s ever been loved

Through the pain and suffering

She finds peace in her own world

And she knows that there he can’t hurt her

She knows that there she is safe

The next day when she gets home from school

He’s already in a rage

And he hurts her and hurts her

Until she can’t take it anymore

And she’s gone

Through the pain and suffering

She found peace in her own world

And she knows that there he can’t hurt her

She knows that there she is safe

Hands of Fate


On the way to college, I practice my lines,

No one can know that I’m just not fine,

It’s hard to bear and no one can see,

The pain I carry round inside of me,

My teachers wonder but they don’t say,

Instead they watch me, all through the day,

Because of the anguish I bottled away,

Not many at school wished for me to stay,

I stood in the corner and watched people go by,

They were happy and laughing whilst I wished to cry,

With the burden of the burning fears,

My relief was published with silent tears,

As I get home, reminders everywhere,

Of my dad and how I just didn’t dare,

When his first put my mum in her place,

I was useless but to stare at her face,

How she was strong, yet cried out of sight,

And I stood back before the one sided fight,

He would move and we would curl up small,

But when mum left that was bad an all,

My little brother moved out of his sight,

But I sat still, and he dimmed the light,

Then the shouting which I tried to ignore,

But made it worse and caused an uproar,

He would ask and I would tell him lies,

Protecting mum I thought it wise,

The cuts and bruises hid with sleeves that are long,

If people found out then my life would be gone,

Now it’s hard to forget the past,

The bruises fade but the pain, it lasts.

And he doesn’t give up, though he’s miles away,

A tear he causes, at least once a day,

Its angers me that he can hurt me so much,

When he doesn’t care if he’s out of touch,

Now my emotions run wild and his face I see,

All his beatings and ravings inside of me,

His messages hurt and his phone calls kill,

Yet I can’t ditch him, not at will,

I live with strange people, that don’t want me,

There’s only one option to set me free,

I want to do, it but people, who care,

Would be beyond upset, I just don’t dare,

Inside I’m crying,

A part of me is dying,

I dejected and broken,

But I’m still hoping . . .

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