Poems About Abuse by Top Critiquers

Harmony Montgomery

Was so pretty she didn’t sign up for this

Blue eyes with a smite that would melt your heart

Her (supposed) dad was a drug demon

She had to live all these nightmares

5 years old pretty as a penny

She suffered something I don’t want to see

5 years old looking for some Parents

Living in the back seat of an Oldsmobile

In a drug nightmare she shouldn’t see

Dad was a fuck up and Mom was missing

She’s being pounded beyond belief

I wish I...

My childhood drags on the ground
behind me
like an old stuffed animal,
torm and dirty.

My little hand holds
tightly onto it,
scared of what happens
if I let go.

And yet it pains me,
to know that it is there,
to know that I keep something
well past its time.

So I do not look,
except for blurry glances,
because I need to know
that it's there.