The Nightly Call

by KAT - Scorpio

As i draw my legs up close to my chest
I whisper my prayer for things to turn for the best

Daddy will stop coming for his nightly call
cuz i shudder when i hear his footsteps down the hall

A little piece of me dies when he is thru
and I sit in the corner wondering what the hell to do

I could shoot him in the head
but that wouldn't work
that death is too quick
and i want him to hurt

I could kill myself instead
but that wouldn't do
cuz then my sister would have to suffer too

So i'll just sit with my legs up to my chest
praying for things to turn for the best

Birth sign: Scorpio
Date created: 2001-08-09 23:55:15
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:44:49
Poem ID: 64348

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