The Room

A Poem by Shane-Ashley

There is 3 parts to this poem.

I am in a dark place.
It's the room.
The tiny little closet.
I am so youg, but she doesnt care.
My mommy, what happend to my mommy?
this isn't her!
She doesnt beat me,
or hit or scratch me!
I want her back....
My daddy alway told me
''Just keep you chin high,
and watch as the trouble goes by''
This trouble wont go away.
She hates me!
WHAT DID I DO"
As i sit in the room,
i can hear the monster,
the beast that mommy keeps in here.
It's slow breating,
It's low growling.
It's getting closer!
I can feel the hot breath.
I try to curl into a ball.
It doesnt work, the beast moves quickly!
PAIN!
it bit me! i can feel the venom!
But, i see light!
the door opens,
my mommy's face is framed with the light.
I crawl out ant look at my leg......
Pain, but no marks,
no proof.