No where to go, No one to see
Trapped in the heavens like a caged Parakeet
Crying out to its master
Let me leave, Let me be
He replies with a roar, gets out of his seat
Fetches his whip as he prepares to strike thee
Thrashes it round before he starts to beat
With one swift blow I'm down on one knee
I close my eyes and hope for an end
Then open my eyes and it all starts again
My Father Beat Me
Mark, The numbness still stays with you and me. I hope that you have found at least a good home. I still suffer at the age of 13 but quietness is what my soul is.
Broken
Published by Family Friend Poems March 2012 with permission of the Author.