Helpless

Had ever there been a person,
To care for her child,
Perhaps he would be civilized,
Not so much as wild.

The beatings endured when young,
Are more than the mind could bear,
His scars and bruises remind him,
Of his lonely childhood scare.

A swift punch in the stomach,
And a slap against his cheek,
Finished with a throw twelve steps long,
Takes away his ability to speak.

Blood ran down his forehead,
His body collapses with despair,
He looks up in time to see his father,
Slowly coming down the stairs.

The creaking of the steps under his weight,
Warned the boy as he came near,
His eyes crossed when he moved,
His soul filled with indescribable fear.

Pain held his limp body down,
He became sleepy and weak,
A foot softly laid on his back,
His brown eyes begin to leak.

Slowly, his eyes had closed,
Sounds began to dissipate,
Finally, the end was near,
No longer did he have to wait.

Sirens wailed as the boy fell asleep,
Police charged in after the guardian,
They arrest the wolf in sheep's clothing,
And rescue the child of no more than ten.

This poem was written for my neighbor... who nearly died last week from abuse. I want eveyone to know his story.