StepfatherA Poem by Scarlett SecretMother has no clue She still thinks that he is grand Not a soul but mine knows what is true My brother is dead at his hand
It was a cold foggy night They had gone swimming by the dock It was a horrible sight To see my brother sinking under that rock
He had cried to my mother I tried to save him, but he is lost Is the death of my older brother really what Mother's fortune will cost?
His putrid son is next at line Which was the purpose of his crime Now that my brother is in the brine I feel as if I am running out of time
Mother serves dinner and we sit He smiles a menacing grin Am I the only one that sees it? Is he really going to win?
We act as if nothing is wrong Yet the scene still plays in my mind The dishes are clean, Mother moves along But his breathing I hear from behind
He moves closer still My heart beats fast I'm frozen against my will I fear my life will not last
I know what you have done His face comes to my ear He prevents me from trying to run He whispers, you're next my dear © 2011 Scarlett Secret |
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Added on February 24, 2011 Last Updated on February 24, 2011 AuthorScarlett SecretJasper, ALAboutHello there! I'm a small town girl with a big city mindset. I love writing almost as much as I love drawing. I'm single, but I'm fine with that because I have so many friends that are simply wonder.. more..Writing
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