Alcohol on his breath
As he calls to me
Daddy's little girl
Is what everyone sees
Mama passed on
She let cancer win
Daddy said he'd cook
I don't know when
I pick up empty bottles
Of wine and beer
Wishin' I was
Anyplace but here
Nothing in the fridge
But half a bottle of wine
I am so hungry
But its all I can find
I open and pour it
Down the drain
Sometimes I feel
I'm going insane
No friends at school
'Cause everybody knows
The life I lead
I reckon it shows
Daddy stumbles in
For the rest of the wine
I hold the empty bottle
He yells "Thats mine"
The bottle slips from
My tremblin' hand
He grabs for me
He can hardly stand
I scream as he slips
On the jagged glass
Blood spattered everywhere
My heart beats fast
His hands reach for me
As he cries out in pain
All I can hear is the
Pounding of the rain
His lifes blood seeping
All over the floor
All I can think is
He won't hit me no more
Freedom I feel as his
Life fades away
Daddys little girl
I want him to pay
Gosh, I hope you weren't a victim. This is a very real poem. I was severely beaten as a child, although alcohol wasn't a factor, and I can identify with the horror expressed in this poem. Well put!
Steve
Reviewed by Simon Thurlow (Reader)
Reviewed on November 1, 2003
Unfortunately such a reality for far too many little souls out there
Linda, I pray that this is the poet, not the person talking. If the latter, I'm here if you want to talk. Been there, done that, hated it, survived it!
Bobbi
First read of my day,just got up,coffees here besideme,rain coming out my eyes now.Linda...you've made me cry.This poem is so real ,
so in tune with the pain of a suffering child,(God bless the little children and protect them from all harm,if only we could help them...if only...) PERFECT POETRY!
Linda, such a tragic ending to a child's nightmare. Either way she has to face the pain. Your words stung through my heart once again. You are so good at these,,you are the true child advocate,,and they are lucky to have one with a heart like yours on their side. Lisa
(((( Linda ))))
You have so captured the depths of the nightmare faced by so many innocent children.
There is hope...for they have an angel in you.
Love,
John
His hands reach for me
As he cries out in pain
All I can hear is the
Pounding of the rain
His lifes blood seeping
All over the floor
All I can think is
He won't hit me no more
Freedom I feel as his
Life fades away
Daddys little girl
I want him to pay
Keep writing.. maybe somehow it will help.. someday.. someway.. Superb!!
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on October 31, 2003
Ah, yes, we all get our just rewards in due time. At least we like to think so. Well done.
Linda....you always write for others....This is yet again another very very realistic write....you have expressed the exact scenerio my friend....this one is very very emotional write and this touched my heart instantly....love n luck...keep on writing....BHUWAN
Rasputin, the most feared wolf in the forest, bent on revenge for old insults. But then one night his life is turned around and a new future presents itself... will the old wolf choose to accept it?
Steve
Bobbi
Just Wat'll DADDY Gets To MEET Me, TRASK,i.e. My Little Children 1st, They Truly Know How To Get His Ball's_
Make DADDY Pay,Pay,Pay,Pay ,PLAY In HELL!!
TRASK
so in tune with the pain of a suffering child,(God bless the little children and protect them from all harm,if only we could help them...if only...) PERFECT POETRY!
You have so captured the depths of the nightmare faced by so many innocent children.
There is hope...for they have an angel in you.
Love,
John
His hands reach for me
As he cries out in pain
All I can hear is the
Pounding of the rain
His lifes blood seeping
All over the floor
All I can think is
He won't hit me no more
Freedom I feel as his
Life fades away
Daddys little girl
I want him to pay
Keep writing.. maybe somehow it will help.. someday.. someway.. Superb!!
Love Tinka
Well done
Ch'erie
Tami
Very emotional! Touches the heart!
*Tears* You have captured it well!
Brava my dear!