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A Poem by Sports Girl

Each day I go home terrified

What’s going to happen today

Is he going to be in a good mood

Would bad things happen again tonight

 

It seems like there’s a new bruise every hour

Would there be any new broken bones

What did I do wrong this time

How am I a screw up now

 

What happened to him… to us

He used to be so sweet and caring

I was treated like a precious diamond

Things changed and now I’m a target

 

Stepping into this house sends shivers down me

It’s like standing out in the freezing cold

There he sits waiting for me

I wanna run but I know I can’t

 

The alcohol sits open on the table already

 I absentmindedly start the normal routine

The feel of his touch makes me sick

I stand strong know I’d feel his lips soon

 

I turn around to see a fist come flying at me

It burns like hot water on cold skin

Tears start to boil as he continues to swing

One slips and I know that’s the end

 

He saw and now I’m on the floor

Turning away was unfathomable

Once done he grabbed the bottle off the table

There I lay unmoving and in pain

 

I struggle to get up falling down a few times

There he comes walking back in and kisses me

Turning me around he kisses my lips

He whispers I’m sorry and I love you like always

 

I know what he wants and he always gets it

I lay awake at night right next to him

Tears are finally able to slip away from me

I know that I’m stuck here till I die

There’s no way out of this so called home

© 2010 Sports Girl


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A very sad poem. To live in fear and be abused. Would be hell on earth. Sometime best to run for safety then lay in fear. A powerful poem. I knew many woman who thought they had no choice and lived a hard life. A strong ending to a powerful poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


lived this life before...not something i care to repeat ever again

Posted 13 Years Ago


What a sad and scary piece of writing.

Posted 13 Years Ago


The first stanza basically sums up my life from early childhood, my father was a drinker so when he arrived home we would not know what we were going to get. Fortunately he was mostly verbally abusive.Great Poem!

Posted 13 Years Ago


This was incredible! I loved loved loved it! : )

I could really feel the emotion that you wanted to get across to the reader. I was terrified for the person in this poem, you keep the suspense going. Very well done.

You use very great detail and a wide range of senses in your writing which is extremely good. I really enjoyed reading this and I hope to see more!

Posted 13 Years Ago


I really felt emotionand pain in this one. I was almost scared for the person in this poem! It deffinitely hit me. This was fantastically written :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Oh this is toxic and suffocating to me. I wish she could run away. Great job of telling the story. I felt as if I was there.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This was a sad write...I don't know how someone could survive for years like this. I don't think anyone would want to be in the situation...I know I would die if I ever was in this type of situation...this was a good though....I liked the emotions. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Calling home is a good start and leaving takes courage. Been there only the first time I was attacked it was bad and he threaten to kill me so I left called the police and moved out within a few hours. Not everyone is as lucky as I was to have my family's support and help. This is a tale of real life horror. Each day bringing a new terror.

Posted 13 Years Ago


A superb write on a horrorible topic.
So sad how we people treat each other
in so called loving relationships.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Sports Girl
Sports Girl

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