Dirty Glass

An old repost from the old site

Dirty Glass

Saw sunlight through dirty glass.
When I'm not ready it brings it back.
To constrained, crushed flat.
The past comes flying at my brain.
No, not again. The degrading.
The pain.
Lie down shut up, or I'll hurt you worse.
We'll stop when we've had enough,
or put you in a hearse.
With your poor f*****g dying brother.
If you tell, We'll tell.
And the doctors will stop.
It will be your fault.
Now, do what she tells you!
Grinding into the concrete,
my 8 yr face crushed, "He fell."
Twisted arms.
When men kick a child hard in the balls,
and arse, you stay down,
barely a bruise.
To damaged to cry.
No-one came,
Except them,
They came quite a few times.
Till they got tired.
Was she a mother?
Was I practice for her own,
or was I the pinnacle?
Sunlight through dirty glass,
with blood, s**t and stuff
running out my a*s.
No-one
ever
came

Reviews

[Groovy]

a wonderfully descriptive piece of writing. I enjoyed reading it

[Lily Mae]

This is a heart wrenching read but these are the things that need to be written..and shared.. xx

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Heart wrenching piece Jeremy. I commend you for writing this one.

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

And I should have said this is a very powerful poem my friend.

[Judy Ponceby]

B******s! Wrenching jeremy. Peace my friend.

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Good to you sharing your poems here ; )