CRY- A MEMORYS CLOSET POEM

CRY- A MEMORYS CLOSET POEM

A Poem by NANCY MCCORMACK

memorys closet CRY,,, CRY,, OR I will have to HIT you SCREAM LOUDER he said this was for my protection HE slapped the mattress instead YELL like I am belting YOU or MOM is gonna be PISSED HE tried to save me MY Brother that ABUSED ME TO no AVAIL I simply laughed in his FACE I laughed quite hard as SHE climbed the stairs and TOOK the BELT from his hand SLAPPED HIM for not doing as HE was TOLD then SHE WAILED on me SENSELESS until I BLED.
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© 2014 NANCY MCCORMACK


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Oh ............. I don't have words....................... may you have all the blessings of life. Keep writing..

Posted 10 Years Ago


NANCY MCCORMACK

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your kind thoughts
A very sad poem. Hard for someone to understand if you never had to accept abuse. Your words made the situation come alive. My dear mother was abused by a uncle. She hid the secret away for 60 years. Some pain burned the heart and soul forever. Thank you for sharing the powerful poetry.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


NANCY MCCORMACK

10 Years Ago

and thank you so much for reading and the comment, sometimes for people I have found they have a har.. read more
Coyote Poetry

10 Years Ago

I agree. Dear mother had to take care of the man who abused her. She was the only one who would. She.. read more
NANCY MCCORMACK

10 Years Ago

Exactly ! what some humans do to each other, its very sad.

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Added on March 22, 2014
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I quit school between grade 10 and 11. I never learned how to drive. I do not know anything about Poetry and writing accept that I LIKE IT. I do not write by form or rules because I do not know.. more..

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