• Abuse is a killer.
    I can tell you this for sure.
    This poem is a story,
    His last few moments here....
    My heart beats fast, my blood is racing.
    A voice in the wind, a whisper on the waves.
    Cannot forget the past, cannot keep my mind pacing.
    I see flashes of memories, a family of knaves.
    Blood’s strong call runs true and deep,
    It yearns for me at the gates of hell.
    Poisonous thought and voices seep,
    My mind is ringing as if stuck in a bell.
    I am reaching away, I need to break free.
    They chase me and hold me back again.
    Another day, another life, which is all it is going to be.
    Cannot scream anymore, as if it was forbidden.
    Someone please save me, before I fall too far.
    Catch me, hold me, and never let me go.
    They torment and tease, leave another scar.
    They play their favorite game, they will hunt I will be a doe.
    My heart cannot bear the pain.
    My soul is nonexistent now.
    I will stand outside, drench myself in the rain.
    I hope that my tears will wash away and they will not hear.
    I will stifle my sobs and quiet my sniffling.
    I will use a darkened sky and thunder to hide my escape.
    Then they will not hear the telltale crackling
    Of newly fallen autumn leaves under my feet.
    Escape lies before me, but can I make it?
    Lightning is flashing and I hear a strange creak.
    I reach the gate, but the catch will not lift.
    Tomorrow they will find my poor body lying in the creek.
    tigres regla