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Let It Burn

That day you plugged in an iron. Taking it towards me you turned. Flashbacks come to mind. It was I you did burn. I try to destroy the memories, but it's there at every turn. One day I'll set it ablaze. One sweet day I'll let it burn. Daddy, why did you do that? Your child you do not love. So worthless you make me feel. Am I your flesh and blood? You constantly put me down. My world you've completely torn. So cold you are to say to me, "I wish you were never born." After beating me half to death you say, "Whatever it is you do; if you report me to anyone that'll be the day that I'll kill you." A cold hearted man you are. It's my hurt you constantly seek. Seeds of destruction you sow. Eternal damnation you shall reap. You laugh in my face when I tell you that I hurt. To the ground you often toss me. In my face you do kick dirt. Look at the bruises you've caused! I can't even count the broken bones. I'm afraid to look at you; I dread each moment when you're home. I try to destroy the memories, but it's there at every turn. One day I'll set it ablaze. One sweet day I'll let it burn. Something I did learn, for this here has made me meek. Never treat my child the way that you've treated me. Go ahead and laugh now. Enjoy it now while you can. You're nothing but a fool. Not even close to being a man. I no longer call you my father. A fatherless child is who I am. As you don't care for me, for you no longer I give a damn. Your hateful words mean nothing now. Here, try to rip me apart. No longer do you affect me. For you, no longer I have a heart. Like trash I throw you away. No longer there at every turn. Ablaze I set your memories. I walk away and let it burn. ************************************************ This hasn't happened to me, but it happens to children daily.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 6/24/2010 12:53:00 AM
This reminds me of the book I read called "a child called 'it'". It seems like you empathise every child's pain and anger through this poem. You're a brilliant poet, believe in yourself. Every word you write is brilliant. I'm an avid fan! :) Lizann
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Date: 6/22/2010 6:57:00 PM
i love it awhole lot, this poem damn near made me cry. keep writing beacause this mean alot. For the kids that can't speak for themsel.f
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