I Hate Child Abuse
Today i was thinking about the things i used to do when i was 8 years old and things were really bad. Things like trying to hide in a room with 4 walls and a bed . Night after night i'd hide under the bed somehow i thought if i closed my eyes so tight ,if i couldn't see him he wouldn't see me .It never worked ,but i never stopped trying.This is my first try at writing how it felt. The hiding place
Cold and silent ,eerie stillness.
Calm before the storm
Tonight will be different
God let it be different
Than the nights before
Nothing yet ,secure for now
His notice still evaded
Lost in thought
Escape the present
Absence of disarray
what's that noise ?
is he coming ?!
Maybe not! safe for now.
Tonight will be different
Different than the nights before
The door ajar! Caught off guard!
Darkened image ,lit from behind.
Under the bed! Hiding place .
Concealed .
Maybe this time ,just this time.
Too late!Too slow . No escape.
Hand tight around my arm
Grabbed ,dragged from the hiding place
Thrown on the bed
Surrender in dread
He begins his wicked deeds
No place to hide
Except inside
It will soon be over
But the pain
I remember
Tonight is no different
God why can't it be different
Than the nights before
Cold and silent ,eerie stillness.
Calm before the storm
Tonight will be different
God let it be different
Than the nights before
Nothing yet ,secure for now
His notice still evaded
Lost in thought
Escape the present
Absence of disarray
what's that noise ?
is he coming ?!
Maybe not! safe for now.
Tonight will be different
Different than the nights before
The door ajar! Caught off guard!
Darkened image ,lit from behind.
Under the bed! Hiding place .
Concealed .
Maybe this time ,just this time.
Too late!Too slow . No escape.
Hand tight around my arm
Grabbed ,dragged from the hiding place
Thrown on the bed
Surrender in dread
He begins his wicked deeds
No place to hide
Except inside
It will soon be over
But the pain
I remember
Tonight is no different
God why can't it be different
Than the nights before