Friday Fun
#FridayFun Crouched - in a hole, lone; death bullets circle his home. Child, stranger to calm. Fear - a common foe, That visits with every shot. Trapped, nowhere to go.
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#FridayFun Crouched - in a hole, lone; death bullets circle his home. Child, stranger to calm. Fear - a common foe, That visits with every shot. Trapped, nowhere to go.
Calm - Consideration must be the game Self- Preservation always the claim Recognised as good men....positions of trust While their young victims suffer in silence ....
Can you hear the distant shrieks. Or would you call them cries. For I relive them in my dreams and hear them when I close my eyes.
Before they understand what life means it is often taken away from them. Before they realise the slaps and punches are wrong they are black ad blue.
If you hit me - I hurt If you ignore me - I withdraw If you shout at me- I get upset If you pity me - I feel helpless If you neglect me - I suffer If you emotionally abuse me - I feel worthless.
This poem was inspired by Mark Twain's "War Prayer". With a painful lurch the stranger came into the room, And cast his eyes about into the darkness and the gloom.
Gone ... are the fatigues Gone ... is the d.u.s.t Gone ... are the rifles Gone is the Trust Gone ... is the power Gone ... is the need Gone are HIS children Gone ... is the greed Gone ...
I'm not. Beaten. Battered. Punched. Or. bruised. I'm not. Burnt. Pinched. Or. sexually abused. I'm. Neglect. I'm. harder. To spot. I'm. Hunger. Untidy. Not often. caught. I'm. Mentally. Scarred. Left.
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Because of the suction once pierced It is impossible to remove a knife without twisting inside the stab wound More often than not what's twisted comes out with it Only increasing the hemorrhage and...
Words They don't only Define a person, place, or idea.
Her words slipped out and hung there in the air, but not long enough for her to snatch them back. Like predator drones, she could see they hit their mark. Gravity attacked Charlie's face.
I don't know why your Mommy can't care for you. Perhaps her parents were crap I don't know why the system fails you. Moving from home to home, your life will be a twisted map.
Chapter 3. The doctor told us that she died from a heat stroke, which wasn't likely in young children.