Beaten

I remember thy time of hardship,
only praying you shall listen,
as the droplets of weeping,
made the roses shimmer,
and my eyes glisten.

In anguish I explain these troubles to you,
so you shall understand,
all the mercy I pleaded,
and pain he put me threw.

The time he beat me,
as I lay broken upon thy floor,
and palms so sweaty,
that I couldn't open thy door.

But I forgave him,
for I loved him, though he did it every week,
my cuts were so tender,
and my knees gave weak.

When all my harship started,
I didn't understand why,
late nights, I stared at the moon,
waiting for the time to die.

He didn't flee me mercy,
for he didn't know my suffering,
worthless peady woman,
he is to be treated as a king.

Dying slowly every day,
as my beatings would increase,
crying in the shadows,
my constant release.

Forgotten unimportant feelings,
as he cut up my hands,
hollering out in pain,
as he wrapped them in bands.

"You shunt tell a single soul" he whispered in my ear, I nodded in acceptance, for he is my growing fear.

You must cook and clean daily,
as his dirty boots hit the floor,
I shuddered at the thought, and did all of the chores.

I don't know what came over him,
as he came home drunk in dark radiant nigh, as he lashed me so violently, I wished I would have died.

But now I'm just useless junk collecting dust, as I sit in the darkness of the closet,
and my heart will surely rust.

These past events,
might be weary,
I'm sorry, but they are such a blur,
for thy man that beat me, constantly,

was my hopeless weeping father...