Hurt Child

 

How you killing me slowly

There is nothing about you good and holy

All this was you cruel call

Your action cut me way to deep

You didn’t care how much I cried in my sleep

How I see you day and night in my dreams

The feeling you torturing me again makes me scream

How I have nightmares when I’m wide awake

Makes all my body and mind ache

How my heart squeezing  in pain

How I had all your abuse wrapped around me in a chain

How you were choking my throat

Then how you can laugh and then to gloat

All the torture and torment

You said all this was meant 

You are really from Satan from hell

How you broke my bones to make me yell

How the pain engraves deeper

So your name the Grim Reaper

How you abused me then left me to die

All I could was cry

I was so alone

You hit me like a hard stone

I felt so forgotten and lost

Which meant I could turn to frost?

You grabbed then and then torn

I wish I was never born

I took all your madness

I took you anger, which is sadness

All your scary rage

I was trapped in your abusive cage

I was a small child and frail

 I was your son called Dale

You hit me to that cold ground

How you hit me more if I made a sound

You then called me names like punch bag and squirt

Which them names did hurt

You really didn’t care

Look at me the pain I just can’t bare

I was small and weak

You even hit me if I did speak

I know I am a mistake

You shouted it and grab me to shake

How you scared me to make my heart race

Then you called me human waste

But no one can see

So they can’t really save me 

Reviews

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. my dearest dale ... first of all ... i want to say that you're incredibly right about this decision to express yourself in poetry ... you write so powerfully ... that i and feel the shivers as my tears flow ... no one ... absolutely no one ... has the right to do this to anybody ... and you're right ... how could people who gave birth to you behave in this absolutely evil and cruel manner and torture you for nothing? ... and, there is something else that i've noticed ... and not for the first time ... i think you've mentioned it before too ... "not being allowed to make a sound or crying" ... i have been through the worst form ... even i was tortured and attacked even more if i cried ... it's really the most painful kind of torture ... when you have to take it and not utter a word or there'll be more torture ... my heart bleeds when i read what you have gone through and how it keeps coming back in the form of nightmares and flashbacks ... it's so tough for us warriors ... and then when we try to be brave about it ... well ... anyway ... i think that you deserve to live ... i can see you ... you deserve to shine ... you are the brightest star in my sky ... you deserve to be a famous poet and artist ... and do you know when this pain will heal? ... when you will save many more warriors who are in need of your courage and might ... and then ... even these evil people will know that they did injustice ... and then they'll weep and regret it ... because they'll know they hurt the purest and most innocent little boy in the world who doesn't deserve pain ... he deserves only happiness ... sending you all my love and applauding you for your talent and wisdom and bravery ... aunt serah ...

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oh dale! this is such intense, debilitating pain - the torture that should never ever have happened - the wounds that should never ever have been inflicted - the suffering that you should never ever feel. you've poured it out here - with real mastery.

the brilliant light in your soul you show
those who hurt you will have nowhere to go
i know you will shine even brighter in a few years
and they will pay for all the hurt and the tears

the intensity of the pain they caused
will be the weapon that'll lead you on
they went on and on, never paused
and they'll burn from dawn to dawn

you are made of a mighty strong heart
the world will watch when you play your part
you, dear dale, are the best at all you do
poetry and art and sculpture too

there's a bright world waiting for you to shine
the pain will exist on the periphery one day
you will defy all darkness in your time
and those demons your gifts will slay.

you really ARE the best, dalebear - the best ever!