Poems

Some of my poems

Only Darkness

Blackness is consuming, and light never comes.

I am sat here searching but no-one ever comes.

Sounds come and go but never close enough.

I’m locked in this place and no escape.

Frantically trying to find light but there is only ever darkness.

Digging with my fingers and it just gets harder.

I want to escape I want to find the light

I want to find the sounds I want to find the light

But all I can see in the night is darkness and despair.

 

Little Girl Running

Little girl running fast to you.

Trying to outrun the visions of blood 

The blood on the walls she left behind her.

Running to her escape

Hoping they wouldn’t follow her.

You held her tight and told her it would be alright.

Little girl running fast to you.

Trying to block out the screaming she left behind.

Running to her escape

Hoping the screams would quieten.

You held her tight and told her it would be alright.

Little girl running fast to you.

Trying to run from the violence she left behind.

Running to her escape.

Hoping the violence would stop soon.

You held her tight and told her it would be alright.

Little girl running fast.

Realising you were gone.

Alone with the abuse

And no longer having a escape.

Little girl no longer running.

There is no escape

You have gone

And now have to watch as I suffer

With no escape.

 

How hard must I try

 

I spent hours getting it perfect

Expecting some praise

Yet you come in with a look of disgrace

Why are you never satisfied

Why is it never enough

What do I need to do to make you see

I try my best but my best will never succeed.

The screams are too loud – Written when I was around 12

It is too loud I cannot hide.  Under my quilt I try to survive, when will it stop will anyone notice.

I am here crying, scared and lonely.  Every night the same thing, I sit here shaking asking why me?

The tears are flowing quick they threaten to create a flood; will anyone notice if I was covered in blood?

I sit and wait, and pray it ends quick, the screaming, the banging, the hits and the kicks.

I don’t need to see, my ears can hear it, I am only a child, but I must witness it.

Just because your downstairs doesn’t hide it, I can hear it which means I can see it.

In my mind I picture it, when I hear the scream, the fighting and the silence I picture it.

My mind cannot stop it, as I have seen it before, so why do I need to see it again for my mind to explore?

My mind explores every night, when you start again, as soon as I hear the voices it begins the race.

It shows me what is happening down there without me wanting to see, I have no control because my mind has already seen.

I am just a child, but I am scared under this quilt, I know no harm will come to me, but will I see the blood?

I want a normal life, one where I can sleep where I don’t get woken at 4am with the sounds of shouting and abuse.

I am only a child, but my mind has grown to quick, traumatised by everything I had to grow up quick.

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