Of Every

by Mark Coates   Jul 9, 2005


Long cold nights
He is there
On that bed
With his child
Seriously abusing him
I know it
The real truth
Hes so scared
Of his dad
Of every night
Of every day
Of every second
Of every minute
Of every hour
Its been happening
For a while
He doesnt want
Everyone to know
For his safety

© Mark Coates 2005

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  • 19 years ago

    by undying blusher

    seriously well put...simple but creates the fear of the boy being abused...also hope this isn't from personal experience, but great poem.

    xxx

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