The Arms That Hold Him
As the blood ran down her face,
she realized this is not the way
that love is supposed to taste.
As the blood ran down her face,
she realized this is not the way
that love is supposed to taste.
I count the seconds
As the time comes near.
I know as I wait
That pain will be here.
Those days were somewhat cold,
Trying to sink away,
Hoping not to be noticed
So the pain would just disappear.
This poem made me cry...
Being a child, you had so much pain and sorrow,
Never knowing what would come with the light of tomorrow.
As a teen, you fell in love with a man that I now call Dad.
You had two children to love but still yet you were so sad.
I've been with you far too long
and all you did was treat me wrong.
I loved and cared and catered to you;
I lost my mind and all you'll find
Small, little child with her eyes open wide
Can't understand why it hurts inside.
Poor little girl just stares into space,
Transports herself into another place.
I hear the doors creak.
I close my eyes fast,
Pretending to be asleep.
Maybe he'll go.
Will the beatings ever stop?
Will they ever go away?
As a child,
I'd rather go out and play.
The road I have been down is really scary,
I'm making it... barely.
I stay so ashamed of my life because of it's past,
the memories are still here and I want them gone fast....
I feel sorry for you, words are not enough to express how much I appreciated your poem coz it was driven from life. I don't know what do you feel right now but I just wish for you to continue...