Drunken Abuse

Bruises, the girl had many.
He didn't want to leave her be.
But protection, she didn't have any.
He'd drink more booze and then she'd see.

She had never done anything to him.
He had no right to treat her so bad.
Her mind and soul soon became dim,
And she no long considered him dad.

In time she got the help that was needed;
The police came and took him away.
Her cuts and wounds were gently treated,
But her scars would forever stay.

Author's Note

This poem kind of goes with my book that I'm writing right now called Praying For Serenity. But it's a pretty old poem, I wrote it last year for a poetry assignment.

Reviews

[.]

So very true... everything fades but the memories of the repeated tragic events. Yet, having survived my own ordeals. I've come to think it's those scars and the power they hold, that has allowed me to grow from my experiences and become a better and stronger soul over all.

Kisses - Ash

[Angela]

So sad. So true for so many. The sorry truth is the scars do always stay. I like it.

[Dusty]

Wow, I am a victim of child abuse, and this is a very relateable poem. You did quite a good job. It is blunt and drives home the message. Nice work! Would love to read your book if you ever post it.