He was there with that stare, Always looking at me with that evil glare. The smell of booze on his breath, Made me feel I wanted death. I had to be quiet as you see, I knew he would put his fist right into me. I always knew when he was near, Emotions in my body struck me with fear. People heard my cries from day to day, But they would always turn and look away. I remember the time all too well, The day I escaped from my hell. As I look back on that day, My heart has pain that never went away.
Reason for writing:
Based on actual events. © 2001 Jeffery Mark Hardin
Birth sign: Virgo
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