Abused. short poem

Photo by geezaweezer

His stony rampant presence swamps my gut
with frozen fear,
rearing embittered bones.
Forsaken by my angel,
away she flew when my favourite shadows died
now I am alone with quarrelsome bladder
and skittish quivering bowel.

The wicked ogre proclaims himself
with growl and broken glass.
Mother save me, but she is beneath his strength
a broken mouth and swelling eye,
tied by terror I cannot raise the grit to help.

Creaking stairs , boozers belch , his cruel
progress is at my door,
silently I whimper cringing beneath my
deafening heart,
hoping to hear the sound of collapsing filth,
the all clear.

Tomorrow I am an Indian with painted face,
courageous and brave enough to confront
my enemy.
But he is a giant , with flashing eyes and
snarling muscle,
one day I will be his match
I think of that day with glee

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of


Abused prose poem

Physically abused, Mentally accused, Emotionally scared For the ones she held dear. Her burning flesh And the positive tests Her leaking face Would always make my heart race The looks of disgrace would show on their face Without a clue,