Forth ScarA Poem by Speak in Silence
Years of torment
Tears of grief They have stolen your soul People are beyond my belief Every night, its always the same. Cry yourself to sleep, with many tears Maybe in your dreams you are safe Fore its the only time, the thick haze clears But tonight, somehow its changed The stars outside are gone, the sky is grey Not only is there no light, this evening there is no moon Tonight he has gone astray "Talk to me, talk to me" I message over and over again I know his fears of dark nights On nights like this, its hard to keep him sane When he was eight, his parents were crazed They had evil in their eyes, they were ready to make affliction Coming into his room, smiling ever so bright They wanted him gone, they weren't afraid to make infliction His mom grabbed one arm Dad the other "What are you doing?" This was his mom and dad, there wasn't another He thought they were playing So he played along He started laughing Oh, but he was so wrong Mom took one hand, shoved it in her pocket She took out a needle, three inches long He struggled, he soon knew, they weren't playing He couldn't get loose, mom and dad were quite strong Mom stabbed the needle into his arm What once was just playing, was now a serious thing He whimpered as they let go of his arms He felt the liquid in his veins, he limbs were now starting to sting He was suddenly paralyzed He couldn't move, not even a finger His mom opened a clear bottle The smell of alcohol was now starting to linger He couldn't move, but he was wide awake He stared to plead "Mom, what are you doing? What's going on?" Then Dad started to take the lead Dad started speaking in tongues "Dad what's going on! I don't understand!" No one would respond, his dad only walked forward All he did was hit him with the back of his hand Though he couldn't move, he could feel Teardrops were streaming down his face But his dad was still speaking a language no one could understand And his mom was in the back, just starting to pace His sobs were quite ear-splitting by this point His dad finally finished, maybe it was done But this act wasn't over yet his mom then took out the bottle And gave him a look that said"You aren't my son" Now he was distressed, paralyzed, confused, and terrified Dad took out a kitten knife and whipped it on his shirt His newly cleaned white shirt Was now covered in black and red dirt Screaming and sobbing all at once he yelled "Dad! What's going on!" Still he had no answer, along with his mother Fore the mom and dad he once knew, were totally gone Their eyes filled with hate They couldn't look their son in the eye They both walked closer To the bed at which the poor eight-year-old lye Mom stood at the foot of the bed Dad knelt beside him His dad was not the person he once knew This was someone else, filled with grim Mom got closer and doused him in liquor He squinted his eyes and started to cry once again Fore his bed now looked as if It had had a week of rain Still pouring the liquor all over him His mother had no expression A dead look, with no love nor hate A look that brought oppression Without any hesitation His dad took the blade And slit his wrist seventeen times in a row Suddenly his mom took part in the raid She started to pour the alcohol over his wounds He was screaming as loud as he ever had While his parents were whispering to themselves We heard screaming of "Devil" by his dad The cops finally were called After twenty two minutes of pure torture and fright That night there were no clouds, the night was grey The moon had disappeared, there was no light Some say his parents were insane Some say they were the work of the devil himself It's defiantly something no one will forget Especially myself Nights like this don't come often in this town On nights like this, he scares me Even though he tries to forget, he can't Even though now he's twenty-three I try to help in the best way I can He won't get over this for a while Probably for weeks You won't see him smile He won't message me back I know what he's thinking He will probably go get a bottle And start the nights' drinking "Respond to me please" I try to reassure myself "He just fell asleep, there's nothing to worry about" I hope history doesn't attempt to repeat itself Unfortunately I don't hear from him for hours I'm starting to really worry, "Why is he doing this to me?" I grab the phone and try to hurry There is no answer I try to keep calm I know exactly what's happening He's drinking and thinking of his dad and mom "Its almost dawn" I reassure myself "I will drive down there, and he will be fine" When its daylight, I get in the car Drive fast, ignore the stop signs Finally there, I don't even knock I walk in the see a note on the table... "3:13 I take my knife Slice where the fourth scar is And take my life." © 2012 Speak in SilenceAuthor's Note
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