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My father is a beast.
That’s what I think at least.
At me?He screams.
Nice he seems!
(He kills my dreams.)
I can’t say what I think,
FAST GIVE HIM HIS DRINK!
He is an alcoholic,
Beer makes him diabolic .
I’m really scared,
And very unprepared.
I need to hide my scars,
And start wishing on stars,
I want to shine in the dark,
And feel the spark.
He pushes me underwater,
And asks me:
Daughter what’s the matter?
He knows I can’t swim,
But still acts like a grimm.
I’m losing my breath,
Between Life and Death.
Water, so deep,
I’m slowly falling asleep.
But I do not want to wake up,
“Something came up,”
I’m fighting with myself,
Everyone else yells.
The only voice I cannot hear,
Is mine, oh dear.
A silly poem I wrote when I was 14

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