Raquel P Poet I do not know?

The Loser, My Abuser

I think he is going to kill me
Tomorrow I might just be history
I hear his voice
"Come out Samantha this isn't a choice!"
I peer around the corner and say
"I'm here, please please go away."
He grabs my arm and drags me forward
I want to run away but still I move toward
The man who is full of hate
The fact that he's drunk seals my fate
He slaps me across the face
I try to run, but this isn't a race
He grabs me, and throws me down
My head bounces off the ground
I try to crawl away
But he kicks me hard and there I stay
He looks me over, he seems to be done
For tonight he's had his fun

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Jslambert Mister Roboto July 14, 2011 at 12:09 AM Bring it! Get the demons out. Words, my only release from the pulverizing pain. keep it up and you will feel better. (if these are true accounts) If not then they are wonderful expression anyways.

Manouchka Doreus May 30, 2011 at 5:56 AM the last line makes this poem..

Carol Sunshine Brown April 5, 2011 at 6:36 AM Thank you for sharing your sad but excellent poetry Raquel. I enjoyed reading it and hope to read more of it soon. May you always find the inspiration to continue with your writing endeavors. Love, Carol