Alone she hid in the closet
Screams ricochet through the halls
A disturbing hole, punched into the walls
Close to her chest, she held her tattered doll

He grabbed her arm, threw her on the ground
The sound of her crying, coming from all around
Her skin thin, bones showing from within
Neglected and weak, she had no friends

She grew to hate people, social skills gone
A solemn swing that she always sat upon
And when she’d return, he was often upset
She’d grown so tired of his vile threats

In the remainder of her life she began to think of death
The smell of alcohol, emitting from his breath
And in his wrath he tore everything in his path
Seeking to dominate and destroy, leaving his children in halves

When she tried to speak up, he’d twist her words
Make her feel as if she could never be heard
A father views the world through a materialistic eye
Alas, his children forever damaged,
tears stained from all their cries.

© VeyaRaya