Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!
Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com    Poems On Site: 198,500+   Comments On Poems: 427,000+   Forum Posts: 105,000+
Custom Search
  Welcome ! Home  ·  FAQ  ·  Topics  ·  Web Links  ·  Your Account  ·  Submit Poetry  ·  Top 30  ·  OldSite Link 22-November 16:14:12 AEST  
  Menu
  Home
· Micks Shop
· Our eBay Store· Error Submit
 Poetry
· Submit Poetry
· Least Read Poems
· Topics
· Members Listing
· Old Site Post 2001
· Old Site Pre 2001
· Poetry Archive
· Public Domain Poetry
 Stories
· Stories (NEW ! )
· Submit Story
· Story Topics
· Stories Archive
· Story Search
  Community
· Our Poetry Forums
· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

  Site Help
· FAQ
· Feedback

  Members Areas
· Your Account
· Members Journals
· Premium Sign-Up
  Premium Section
· Special Section
· Premium Poems
· Premium Submit
· Premium Search
· Premium Top
· Premium Archive
· Premium Topics
 Fun & Games

· Jokes
· Bubble Puzzle
· ConnectN
· Cross Word
· Cross Word Easy
· Drag Puzzle
· Word Hunt
 Reference
· Dictionary
· Dictionary (Rhyming)
· Site Updates
· Content
· Special Content
 Search
· Search
· Web Links
· All Links
 Top
· Top 30
  Help This Site
· Donations
 Others
· Recipes
· Moderators
Our Other Sites
· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

  Social

the cycle lives on

Contributed by bluebird on Tuesday, 18th January 2005 @ 08:47:41 AM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse



Broken bones and faling tears. I scream for help but nobody hears. Or maybe they just don’t want to hear it; maybe they’re like me and think that if they ignore it long enough it’ll just go away. I did it again I managed to make you mad, I run from the kitchen praying you won’t find me.
“Where are you, you little *****?” I hear the words as you near the bedroom. I hide in my closet, behind my turn-about dress from freshman year, hoping and praying to God that you won’t open this door. The door and this pink dress are the only things protecting me from more scars and blood.
“Please God,” I pray “If you love me as your child you will not allow him to harm me. I beg you as one of your own children. Help me, Father.” It’s too late; you walk in and head straigt to me. I hear your breathing, on the other side of this 1 inch think barrier I can’t take it. My heart begins to pound as the tears begin to roll down my cheeks.
“I begg you Father,” I say as you pull me out by my hair, without warning the first quick blow to my face; blood gushes out from the gash on my cheek, onto my once white tee-shirt. I’m thrown to the floor. Crack the sound of my face hitting the corner of the bed. A violent kik to my stomak, my face pulls into itself as if I had bit into a lemon; a single low key cry escapes my lips. I beg for you to stop but you wont; I know it...you’re upset. I did it again; dinner wasn’t ready and you can’t find the remote control. I scream I’m sorry-you barly hear me, you’re off in your own world-intent to injure. Harm me because again I am bad. Hurt me the one you swear you love, the one you’ve been with for so long. It’ll be four years in one month and 14 days, Valentine’s Day; the day of love and painful memories. I hear the downstairs neighbor turn up the TV ignoring my desperate pleas for help-for somone to save me from this Hell. Finally it stops and you look down at me, you’re eyes are still glazed over.
“Clean this up, *****” and you leave the room I look at the once white carpet and see the stains. Stains of other incidents-other outbursts of anger, other moments of unnecessary pain. I look at the desk and see where it’s cracked- from when you smashed my face against it and broke my nose. I believe that was just 3 or 4 months ago; God the days seem to run together, one attack after another. Time stands still. I see the splatters on the wall from a few months ago- as a reminder to never do dishes when you’re in the shower. I look at the floor and take the carpet cleaner from under the bed; in its usual spot, just within arms reach. I start to scrub the carpet praying to get the blood out, hopefully I’ll get these out before they set-otherwise I know there will be hell to pay. You walk in again happy as can be- as if the last 10 minutes never happened.
“Hey Hun, I’m going to go run to the store. Want anything?” I look up at you-my cheeks finally stopped bleeding. I want to ignore you, I want you to know I’m hurting, but I know what will happen. I swallow my pride, as I have done so many times before. “No, babe...” I reply as tears well up in my eyes, I look away. I won’t let you know you’ve won! You leave the room; I listen for the front door to open and close. I scream as I hear the front door slams.
“****** *****!” I scream as I finish my last syllable- the door suddenly opens.
“What the **** did you say?” Panik takes over I shake from head to toe; I can’t respond. I don’t know what to say. Before I know it you're in the room, I have no time to react before your cold fist meets my cheek.
“That’s what I thought, you ******* *****. You worthless piece of ****. Don’t you dare ever-**=***** talk down to me.” I curl into the fetal position and block my already swollen face. You kick me in the back I wince from the blow.
“Do you understand, ****...huh, do you?” I whisper, “Yes.” “That’s what I ******* thought. Now, ******* clean this shot hole up.” As if acting on it’s own; my body instinctively uncurls and I grab the spray. I spray the new blood dripping from my nose as it hits the carpet; adding to the already spreading pool of blood. You’re still in the doorway; I don’t dare look-up.
“Good for nothing *****.” you say as you leave the room. The TV goes on and you turn on Monday night football. A sigh of relief leaves my body, that should give me an hour or so of freedom I finish cleaning the floor. I look in the mirror; dried caked-on blood covers my face from my latest attack. My lip is two-times it normal size and my eye is swelling shut. The phone rings I rush to pick it up, it’s my mommy.
“Hello Sweetie, how are you?” she asks with an all too missed sincerity. I think, do I dare tell her that I was just beaten. I want to tell her it all, tell her that he is abusive. Tell her that the bruises aren’t from me being clumsy, like I try to say. Tell her that she is right they’re from his violent mood swings. Tell her that these last four years have been hell; and that I don’t think I can live like this for much longer. From morning ‘til night and in-between having to live in constant fear. I want to tell her to come pick me up and save me from all of this. I so badly wish for the courage to tell her I want to be mommy and daddy’s little girl. And like a twig snapping in a silent forest; a beer can opens in the living room.
“Hey Mom, you know me. Better then ever.”
And my cycle lives on...




Copyright © bluebird ... [ 2005-01-18 08:47:41]
(Date/Time posted on site)





Advertisments:






Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem


 
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.
Re: the cycle lives on (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Tuesday, 18th January 2005 @ 09:13:27 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
his is so sad.
If this is a true story get the hell out of there as soon as u can. Call the police! there are laws against domestic abuse.
I will put u in my prayers.
luv, huggs, faith, hope, strength, joy, peace,
emy


Re: the cycle lives on (User Rating: 1 )
by darkestpetal on Tuesday, 18th January 2005 @ 04:24:25 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
ahhhhhh so painful in all aspects .Im with Emmy if this is really happening to you you really need to get out of there by any means possible ,dont put yourself in anymore harm by staying in this situation this is sad my heart cries for you




While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com