Born Of In-actionA Poem by Dark TowerThe
Action Of In-Action Eyes wet Making smudging I can tell she’s
been crying Living life has
her feeling like she’s dying Mom keeps asking But she keeps
denying Masking The feeling that
clawing at her insides A pain that hurts
more than the marks daddy leaves on her that she hides Heart bleeding Senses of hope and
self-worth both receding She sits in the
dark And feels the warm
breath of demons tantalising her with visions of freedom found in death Long sleeves Long Jeans To hide the
bruised flesh Moving silently so
as not to raise alarm bells But she finally
decided shes had enough And will not
continue to live this life of hell She makes a break
for the door But daddy’s there Liquor in hand, he
grabs her hair, and throws on to the floor Lights flash in
front of her eyes Fear grips, and
she feels paralysed She can’t see, but
knows what’s going to happen next Daddy’s fist
connects with face flesh Each punch
followed by a compassionless kiss Silently Desperately In her mind her
mothers praying But either he’s
not there Or this is Gods
way of saying This is a situation
of your making Her screams a
haunting punishment for closing your eyes to the abuse Allowing that
wicked sinner to put your daughter to sadistic use Shes scared She knows what’s
going to happen next Cries herself into
the darkness as her husband violently applying himself to her daughters most
sacred flesh B.C © 2013 Dark TowerReviews
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