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[aid] => mick
[title] => Broken Home
[time] => 2004-02-10 16:13:46
[hometext] => This is a poem about a very said topic that no one ever wants to discuss, but I wrote it in honor of my friend Heather's little cousin. He was beaten to death by his father, in a fit of rage.
[bodytext] => Broken Home ~~~~~~~~~~~~ As the darkness surrounds me My heart starts to pound. I back into a cornner And cower down close to the ground. As I sat there quietly I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I had to make a run for it So I slowly moved away from the wall. As I looked around the corner I didn't see anyone. So I crept a little down the hall The began to run. He came out from behind a door And started to look around. He knew that I was running He heard the echoing sound. I heard him chsing after me He was catching up quick. I suddenly found it hard to breath The air was getting thick. As I started down the stairs I thought I'd lost my mind. I needed to find somewhere to hide A place he couldn't find. I hid under a bed I heard him come in the room He was getting closer to me I knew I was about to meet my doom. He flipped over the mattress He saw me hiding there He slowly started reaching down I knew my life he wouldn't spare. I wanted to call 9-1-1 But I couldn't reach the phone. As I took in my last breath In this broken home. My father had strong hands That hit me all of the time. Be he couldn't do it anymore Because he took a precious life, Mine! [comments] => 5 [counter] => 293 [topic] => 55 [informant] => Aaralyn [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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