In The Shadows (April 13, 2016)

In my mind Simon & Garfunkel Are singing "The Boxer" With acoustic guitars. As the tears Well up In my eyes. Having That dull ache Within me. Whenever I think of What passes As home During my childhood. The black lies That are told Around the punches And kicks To my body. I am screaming Am screaming. In hearing My raw voice Begging Make it stop But no one hears Or pays attention. As my body Curls up Into a foetal position On the bed Wishing for death. Knowing It's not coming. Although I pray To a God I don't believe in. Hoping for That release From this Hell On Earth. Therisa © 2016 Author's note: I know, this word prompt poem, is suppose to be happy and uplifting, but I can't write a bold lie. For too many children, home is, a place of abuse and torture, as I know, from my own personal experience, at the hands of a family member. Most of the time, it was dismissed, as being sibling rivalry, by my parents and the people, around us.