Mommie

He hurts me, mommie 
Can you help me 
Set me free 
From this pain

Where I don't wanna be
Let me fly with the angels 
Drift on clouds past the moon

I love you mommie  
But I don't want to stay 
And live in this pain every day 

He hurts me, mommie 
Can you help me
Help me, pass away


6 pm  Jan 4, 2013,  Friday

childmemother daughterdramatic monologue

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Bl Devnath

February 13, 2013 at 3:52 PM

A pain not of body but of soul complaining mommie how to become set free. It's philosophical too. Wonderfully done. Loved always, bl

Debbie Duncan

February 15, 2013 at 2:32 PM

Thank you for reading bl ;}

The Situation

January 28, 2013 at 9:37 PM

If I were mommies then i'd say; don't let love treat you this way.make demands. Don't be afraid to display.men love love emotionaly displayed. Bring him in line he'll understand. If he loves you he'll abide.

Sara Kendrick

January 19, 2013 at 5:17 AM

Very emotive and expressive work..This should never happen to a child..Thanks for stopping by..Sara

Connie Gildersleeve

January 17, 2013 at 5:21 PM

Tears flowed, emotions conveyed. I hope this isn't a personal experience. Bless you from the bottom of my hart Deb. Friends Always, Connie

Daver Austin

January 16, 2013 at 12:05 PM

I sometimes wonder - could this also come from the womb? Good stuff. Thanks for reading my stuff. daver

Don Johnson

January 12, 2013 at 4:56 PM

great words here babe...and it strikes a chord...in the heart.. rain forests to the north of Australia are being destroyed ....in New Guinea where it used to rain feet a year, Malaya, Borneo and all of Indonesia were well timbered....billions of trees gone for greed...mans insatiable greed... the acursed monkee walks and destroys..... queer weather here no drought last 4 years , climate change??? or the death of billions of tree souls....

Debbie Duncan

January 19, 2013 at 6:34 PM

Thank ya Don ;}

Demetrios Trifiatis

January 11, 2013 at 7:12 AM

The people who plea for this every day are counted in myriads! A tragedy disguised in blessing is seen, because of the writing, here. Wonderful writing!

Robert Johnson

January 7, 2013 at 12:41 PM

Obscurely, the child suffers so. It's asking just to be let go. Mommie, it hurts more each day. Too much that I just can't stay. I love you mommie, I love you true. But I just don't know what I can do. May this just be a poem Debbie. Personally that is. But sadly, this reality lives with young and old alike. May God's grace be with you always. <3 :)

Vesna Kovrlija

January 7, 2013 at 12:00 AM

It so sad and touching. And it is beautiful.

Debbie Duncan

January 7, 2013 at 2:54 AM

Thank you Vesna ;}

Jacob Cra

January 6, 2013 at 5:34 PM

wow... ur great. Is this published or what? It's really good, and you are extremely talented... I've read some of your other poems as well. You should visit my site: poeticpossibilities.tk ! I think this poem could have a really good chance of winning one of our contests! Or enter another one of your poems... they all seem really fantastic and creative! Wish you the best with your poetry no matter what you decide!

Debbie Duncan

January 6, 2013 at 9:07 PM

Thank you Jacob ;}