Poem - Lucas POV

He looks down at me and calls me pathetic

I don't care but he makes me feel so sick

He throws me across the room

I'm hoping that he'll stop sometime soon

He begins to throw a punch

And I'm sure I heard a crunch

He gives me a cold glare

And I try to look like I care

He kicks me in the stomach

And then he goes for my back

I'm used to this by now

But I still don't know how

How he can have a soul

To dig such a deep dark hole

There's anger in his eyes

Even when he listens to my cries

I've learnt to live with bruises for a blanket

And he knows how to use his fists as a net

To catch me when I try to run

To keep me from ever having fun

It's a routine now

But still I don't know how

How he can have a conscience to lose

All he cares about is his precious booze

More blows rain down on me

Soon I wont be able to see

The blackness will take over

The next thing I see then will be her

My so-called mother

Could there be any other?

She'll sigh and clean my wounds

Then she starts to sing some tunes

Tries to sooth my pain

I think she's gone insane

But at least she doesn't hurt me

At least right now I can be free

But I know that soon he will be back

To carry on his vicious attack

I lie in my mother's arms

Until my shaking calms

I keep the tears at bay

Pushing them away

Have to hold them in tight

Can't let them blur my sight

Can't let him see my weakness

Just let him make his mess

And let mom clean it up!

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