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!
Please review this and tell me what you think, it's the first Lucas poem I've done so what do ya think? REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!!!
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!
Please review this and tell me what you think, it's the first Lucas poem I've done so what do ya think? REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!!!
