I walk into the dark, hiding from the shadows that contain me
I cry out to anyone that might here me, No response,…… But I see them, I know them all so well..,
Help me this time…, perhaps he will kill me…this time,
They are all afraid…of him?…, and what if someone finds out?
To them I don’t exist…, I am his child, so what are they to say?
We can’t say what happens here…what would people say? What would people think?
I am a way for him to vent…a burden…just another unknown battered child, so they shuffle me out to another place…
I heal and what then…I get sent back. Back to the hell from which I came…,
Who will get me now. Who gets the child that no one wants?
Is it your turn? Maybe yours.., who will go along for the ride.
you can’t hide from reality
I’m here and you have seen what I see so help me..
Go to the place were you don‘t talk about. Let people know.., there is help some where..,
See into the place were you hide and I am there
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Short Story / Memoir
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