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[sid] => 3916
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Little Boy Lost
[time] => 2002-09-16 17:48:59
[hometext] => A poem about abuse and violence and about a childhood one could never forget.
[bodytext] => Body sore
bruised and blue you tortured me to satisfy you the rage you had you took out on me it doesnt matter what you had to do you did it to set your rage free and free it did go but it wasnt long before.. you took out your belt and hit me once more you told me to keep silent and the harder I cried the harder you hit you'd push and punch on me you'd spit at times you'd pick me up where I could barely stand you'd lay me down in bed and when grandma... would ask you were I am you told her I was asleep you'd tell her not to worry as I lay there trembling with your last words in mind "You'll be sorry kid...You'll be sorry" The next day.. when she saw me black and blue she asked me what had happend and I glanced over to you you were sitting at the kitchen table and then you'd jump up and say "Dont worry mum... thats just what kids do... you see it everyday... You know boys are rough... they play their cowboys and indians... and their games of truth or dare" then you'd scruff up my hair Asking "Aint that right boy ?!" finding it hard to answer I finally agreed,replying "Yeah" When dad would call from over east and ask to speak to me you'd get on the other phone just to see if I'd tell him what you did to me but I never did tell my father all the times he did ring little did you know I wouldnt of even if I knew you weren't listening Sometimes your anger over your ex wife would of driven you to nearly take my life sometimes I'd wake in hospital to see you there by my side acting in front of grandma concealing all your lies Even as a kid.. I could see straight through your eyes sitting there with fake tears talking like you actually cared you knew I was a fighter and that I wasnt going anywhere maybe thats why you did what you did but I dont really know.. how you can justify doing that to a 9 year old kid I dont know how the doctors and nurses couldnt see past what had really happend they just dismissed it for "childs play" I heard the Dr say "it's a common image" "Bruised up kids and grazes" its hard to believe you all thought that playing with my friends.. would cause this much damage Marks,some so narrow and long some so red and thick and yet none of you's stopped to think that with you he played tricks feelings of doubt my family all did hide you all thought he was a great man and that in his care I was fine but nobody was aware that I was dying inside You were a man dealing with alot of pain but I never thought that reason enough to hit me like you did you hit me till you were exhausted till your arms were drained drained of their power during my darkest hours A lifestyle A pattern is what it become and no matter how much I tried the hatred and the anger in you overcome my cries for help... [comments] => 4 [counter] => 271 [topic] => 32 [informant] => Demon [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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