The Home

Building of dread.Building of fear. Cries in the night are all I hear. High green fence with razors sharp they cut deep into your heart. Don't scream out please don't shout just close your eyes don't move about. Here she comes stick in hand looking for another lamb. I'm so scared where can I run, O God she see me my life is done. I close my eyes as I'm held tight she beats me again tonight. I'm placed in the bed I have been used my legs are all bloody and bruised. Bring me peace O Lord I pray take my life from me this day. JSergi ...I feel I need to explain my motivation for writing this poem. As a child I spent some time in a foster home as you can tell it was not a pleasant place.