Abuse Poem

I dedicate this poem to the shadow of my childhood.

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Whispers Flicker

© more by Brianna Horn

Published: November 2008

As the light begins to flicker
I look straight up at her
purple, blue, and black
as the decaying walls hit my back
in the corner I stay sitting
in hope that she'll stop hitting
She throws the flickering lamp
and calls me a little tramp
The flickering like begins to fade
but no one comes to my aid
not even my own birth father
that the shadows don't seem to bother
he hears my piercing scream
and he just stays in his dream
Still sitting in the corner along the hall
Today the shadows beatings fall
I cry and cry all night long
I must have done something wrong
but honest "shadows" I'm not bad
but I seem to always make you mad
Please do not flicker tomorrow night
I can not live through another fight

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