Anita Harris Poet Epic

Nothing Is Right, Every Things Wrong

Perfect wounds bound up with battered bruises
stretch across my tiny little body.
No one knows the life I live behind closed doors
an the pain I endure each day on a cold slab floor.
Nothing is right, Every things wrong
Mommy wishes that I was gone.
She hits me hard across my head
While screaming I wish you were dead.
She grabs my arm an screams at me some more
telling me to clean her floor,
an wipe that blood up before I get some more.
My heart pounds away wishing I could just fly away
never loved an never be missed.
I close my eyes wishing for death
I feel the warm blood roll down my side
as mommy stuck the knife deep inside.
No more pain an no more tears
Ive gone away some where safe.
Nothing is right,Every things wrong
except that I am gone.

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Shaunda Lindsay March 16, 2016 at 9:35 PM Very moving write. The things people do to their children. There's no way to grow up normal when this shit happens.. God bless hun.

Skat A March 14, 2016 at 11:38 AM this is a deep write, Anita. much enjoyed. SKAT

Poet Destroyer A March 13, 2016 at 9:53 PM Well done Anita....a sad end and read....Luv Linda Anita Harris March 15, 2016 at 2:10 AM Thank you dear friend

Daniel Turner March 13, 2016 at 5:00 PM Wow! Extremely powerful write, Anita. If only walls could talk! Peace my friend. Great write! Anita Harris March 13, 2016 at 7:41 PM Thank you friend Its hard but I can put my pain into words instead of around people. Thank you for your kind words.