Deep Poetry for Thursday, March 10, 2011

The little girl maybe around seven or eight years old sits behind the couch like she was told by her mother who pushed her behind it when her father walked in drunk and as she hears her mothers cries and her fathers mean words she closes her blue eyes and with tears streaming down she imagines that shes in a different world shes a princess in a castle or a fighting warrior this became a daily routine hiding behind the couch while she heard her mother scream and finally one day she heard a loud... Sign in to see full entry.

Im broken on my knees wondering why god would make a screw up like me the tears fall from my eyes and clash with the blood from the the cuts on my arms whats the point why not just give in? then god lifted my chin to look at him and as i stared into his eyes its like he knew i wanted to give in the he wiped away my tears with his nailed scarred hands my biggest fear is him not wanting me he couldnt leave so i pulled down my long sleeves hoping to cover up my sins i couldnt stand for him to know... Sign in to see full entry.