Keep Him Away

by Ren   Jun 15, 2005


Every day,
I pray,
For my Angel to keep him away.
Every day,
It's the same,
Pain...
Cigars...
And nasty scars,
That will never go away.
Every day,
I hope that maybe,
One day he will stop,
And leave us be,
Our small Family.
I feel that I am a rock,
Stuck,
Sitting in the heat,
Waiting for my turn,
To be beat.
His eyes glow with red,
And his heart is stained black,
He carries no guilt,
For the marks on my back.
My heart is now broken,
It has always been dead,
For every time I see him,
I hear death riding ahead.
I can't do much about it...
For I am only small...
So all I do is lay...
And pray...
Everyday...
That my Angel will keep him away.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Lost One

    :.(

    • 7 years ago

      by Ren

      <3

  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Wow Ren - this shocked me and upset me and impressed me all at once!
    There really are some powerful lines in this one: "....sitting in the heat, waiting for my turn to be beat" and "I can't do much about it for I am only small" are just two of them.
    (That second example truly is an effective and moving line)
    I don't know how personal this piece is, Ren but what I do know is it is certainly a literal circumstance for far too many youngsters.

    Great write. All the very best,
    Ben

    • 8 years ago

      by Ren

      Thanks so much Ben!
      I really do appreciate your thoughtful words and comments!
      I am glad you enjoyed this piece.
      It is unfortunate that too many children face this.
      I think the lasting effect of the emotional scars are far worse than the physical ones.
      Thanks again!

      Take care,
      Ren

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