'A' Child Abuse

Shes been beaten and broken by the people she thought she loved....

She stirs from a slumber,
Her head pounding.
And her stomach in knots.
"Wh-where am I?"

She runs through the desolate house,
With her young mind,
Figures out she's all alone.
And never felt safer.

Her body covered in plum bruises,
Hair dripping with warm blood.
Her eyes swollen, hard to see in the dark,
Her clothes ripped, blotted with blood and dirty.

She loved and hated.
She loved her drunk-cheating mother,
This mother who took her anger out on little Sarah.
Beat her with empty bottles of cold drink that deluded her mother.

Her father who was a work-a-holick,
He beat Sarah's mother.
He killed their dog who peed in the living room.
He beat Sarah on his hard work.

She would cry at night.
Being beaten constantly by people she loved...
Then began to hate.
She'd draw pictures of two people covered in red with wild flames behind them.

She was in the dark,
hearing the water pipes clank.
The musty smell of blood.

She ran to the front door.
Locked.
Back door.
Locked.
Windows she could barely reach.
Locked.

She was trapped in her own hell.
Hell of her blood splattered on the floor,
droplets on some clothes.
She reached for a teddy that her daddy ripped in front of her.

She knew one way to save herself in this dark place,
She sucked in her sore breath.
She exhaled an amount of screams.
Hoping for the neighbours to hear.

She screamed for the neighbours to think in their minds,
"What's wrong with the man's daughter?"
People would think,
They'd run,
They'd save.

The dark became scary.
She sat on the sofa crouched in pain.
Her daddy kicked her in the gut.
Her mother pulled her hair by dragging her up and downstairs.

Awoken in the night.
A hush of voices.
Glass break.
A light.
"She's here."
A man says.
"Covered in cuts and bruises, her head is dripping with blood. She's about 6.."

Reviews

[Krista]

Omg. I hate to say this but this poem reminds me somewhat of how my life was before I moved out of my parents house. The yelling, the fighting. The nightmares that part of my life caused still haunt me. The memories that run in my head will never leave. Child abuse is a horrible and atrousiaus thing and the only safety that the kids or people who are abused will get is if their punisher/ abuser is thrown in jail or they are removed from that situation. Most people including me are afraid to call the authority meaning the cops or someone who could put and end to it because it will break the family up

[Daydreamer54]

blood and dirty.- dirt
Wow, great imagery and emotion. i hate when these things happen to kids. They don't seserve any of it. :( Awesome write!

[Don Shaw]

very emotional

[Ronn Michael Salinas]

*workaholic :) and third stanza, last line I suggest it be changed so the poem will have a better flow :)

[paradise]

This is extremyl emotonal and sad its rele emotional and i think tht this is amzing

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Powerful, intense and saddening poem, that captures the harsh and sads truth that does occur once too often...excellent work!!!

[Sweets]

This is so sad, but has a happy ending :)
"She reached for a teddy that her daddy ripped in front of her." That's soo sad...
Very nice imagery, and description :)
Wonderful work, beth :3