Defenseless

Written 1/29/2017

I never threw a punch,

But I always took the beatings.

Physical, always verbal,

Suffering was the greeting.

I was terrified, petrified,

Hoping that I wouldn't die.

Looking back at life now,

I wish that I gave it a try.

Never had the will to fight,

I was always weaker too.

Even in a week or two,

I'm stationary, struck with fright.

Tried with all my might. 

The fire still engulfed the picture,

Stuck in the photo album,

Still receiving stricture.