Dark Childhood Poem

Carma

The winter wind
flows gently
through her hair
sweeping aside
the strands
that cover
her deep set
jet black
staring eyes
that slowly crawls
across his tired
brittle bones
No words spoken
through her thin
narrow lips
no words needed
with the look
that she gives
as she breaches through
his trembling Terrified
Eyes
To give him back
All
that he gave away
when I was
young
the fear the pain despair
the dread
to that
beautiful spirit
dressed in flesh
battered broken
beaten
slowly dying
on the kitchen floor
head held gently
by my trembling
little hands
Tears
slowly falling
through the reflection
of the Christmas lights
upon a broken face
that no longer shines
a silent Cracking
of my young breaking heart
with barely a whisper
Please Mommy
don't leave
me
Behind

Home Sweet Home

Daddy says
he loves me
when his drunk
After he beats
me and my mum
daddy is only happy
when he makes me play
the secret
sticky fingers game
daddy says
if I show and tell
me and my mum
will go to hell
coz daddy says
all he has to do
is shake and cry
and say sorry
and those nice people
with the dolls
will make me
go back
to the bad place
that they say
is my home