I was younger then ten
All I knew was I wanted the living hell to end
So innocent
Didn't know what it meant
Just wanted it to stop
To no longer rot
Tucked away
Under the bed
Hidden like a mouse
Not wanting to be in the house
I held my breath
No air in or out
My heart a race
Tears down my face
My lungs wanted to fill
With all my will
I tried so hard
The burning so intense
My body relent
I gasped and gasped
NO
NO
I failed to go to sleep
I sobbed and sobbed
Feeling so robbed
The first time turned into many
I was younger then ten
I didn't know it then
What it was that I was truly doing
Just wanting to go to sleep
To escape the evil
I was younger then ten
I didn't know what I was attempting
Innocent
Child
Just wanting it to end
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Tide (Poems)
PoetryTides are always changing The sun and the moon arranging Beauty and destruction Like a artistic production Its all in the journey of riding the tide of life First place winner at the We are writers awards. Copyrighted,All Rights Reserved
