Mommy - Please

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    Mommy - Please

    Daddy left with a slam of the door,
    Mommy's crying, curled up on the floor.
    I'll hold you, rock you to sleep if you want.
    Don't let him win, just ignore his taunts.
    Mommy, I can't change him, please don't be mad,
    I didn't do it Mommy, I'm not that bad.
    Please Mommy, stop crying, I promise not to tell.
    I hate it, I hate it, I hate it when you yell.
    Mommy, I'll hide them, I've hidden them for years.
    No one sees the bruises, I won't show them my tears.
    Mommy, please Mommy, I think you broke my nose,
    My blood is on the floor, swirling like a rose.
    My heart, it burns with hate; My heart, it burns with love,
    Everytime you hit; Everytime you shove.
    Mommy, I'm so tired, the world is growing black.
    Mommy dear, I love you, I would never hit you back.
    But please Mommy, please - I'm begging you now -
    Please stop, the pain is written 'cross your brow.
    I feel so heavy, so slow, lying in my blood.
    My eyes, they start closing, spilling tears out in a flood.
    My mind goes numb as the pain begins to fade,
    And yet there is a stinging, the edges of a blade.
    "I love you." a struggle as I spoke,
    Swallowing my blood, trying not to choke.
    Red lights flash, shining off the knife,
    Mommy starts to rush - she intends to end my life.
    I see Daddy - his face full of tears - a picture of despair;
    Knowing he's too late, I lay broken beyond repair.
    As I leave, remember this instance;
    Remeber my life -
    Remember my existence.


    * To all those who suffer from abuse; You are not alone. *

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    iLuvPoetryJACOB commented on Mommy - Please

    01-12-2010

    that is so horrible. i will never understand how a mother can abuse her own child. have you told someone? though it has not happened to my, i can imagine it like it did. good poem, a nine from me. --Natalie.

    TheLateBloomer

    01/13/2010

    thanks. no, i never was abused, i wrote it after i read A Child Called It. and about the Angels Do Exist...yeah, i don't really believe in god either, but i thought i'd put it down anyway. thanks so much for commenting, it was really nice to get critiquing. --Daisy

    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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