Anita Harris Poet Epic

Someone Please Help Me

Through my eyes what do you see
  A broken frightened child is me.
  Slaps an punches I will receive
  Throughout this day was the key
  Someone   "please help me"
 
  Life is dark here, no sun shines
  through, only darkness follows me.
  No where to run  No where to hide
  I wish I would of died.
  Someone  "please help me"

  Pretends an Lies are this place
  Many many scars upon my face.
  Black an blue is my body
  I wish that I had somebody 
  to take this pain away.
  Someone "please help me"

  Cold an alone is my life here 
  A few years old an never told
  I love you dear,  just come here
  Momma's here.
  Broken bones are just a game
  that sometimes just takes place
  Someone "please help me"
 
  One blow to my skull to much
  Mommy an Daddy's final touch
  Blood over flows the floor
  An Daddy gives me just one more
  No more tears upon my face 
  My life will be forever erased 
  Someone "please find me"
 
  Pain an hate at only eight
  was a life for me in hell. 
  Where Mommy an Daddy
  will rot in Jail.

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Bawa Talwar August 3, 2017 at 5:14 PM You seem to have had a terrible childhood.Its strange how parents can be brutal.Don't give inbetter days will follow. Dismal picture of childhood n moving too Good work here.

Rico Leffanta May 19, 2017 at 3:03 PM In Hawai'i, this could easily be entitled, "Ode to Peter Boy" who was beaten to death by his parents after years of abuse under the "watchful" eye of Chld Protective Services". Well done!

Shaunda Lindsay March 26, 2016 at 10:24 AM Another 7 for being brave enough to help put them in Jail. I wish only good things for you. I totally relate.

Maritza Mend March 24, 2016 at 7:58 PM This is definitely a touching poem. You really took me through the motions of your pain and desperation. I truly pray that God heals your heart and the wounds in your soul. You are a victorer!

Lyn Church March 22, 2016 at 1:54 PM Very deep! I can relate with this one.

Jan Allison March 20, 2016 at 10:38 AM Absolutely heartbreaking poem - having worked with abused children in the past and reading your comment I understand the reason why you find it hard to talk about your childhood so continue to express your emotions through your poems and write write write - it so therapeutic:-) hugs Jan xx Jan Allison March 20, 2016 at 1:03 PM It is many years since I worked with children who had been abused in fact I was doing my nursery nursing training and I found some of the stories so traumatic - i was only about 17 at the time - i now work in school with children with autism but do come into contact with children who have terrible life issues:-( hugs Jan xx Anita Harris March 20, 2016 at 10:58 AM Thank you so much, may God bless you helping those who can an need the help, so many times things are done to so many small ones they have no one. I wish that someone would of been there for me, I give you much respect an I hope that God blesses you in many ways for helping those who have been hurt by the ones that are to keep us safe. My heart breaks inside for everyone who has ever been hurt.

Anita Harris March 20, 2016 at 9:57 AM I write these dark pieces because my childhood is dark an all the things I went through an had to do, was painful to so as much. I find it easy to put my past into poems, without actually talking about my past, if ever I affend anyone, I'm truly sorry its just easy for me to put my pain into poems than talk to a person.