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He Cowered Alone…He was cowering under the bed, As quiet as a mouse could be, He'd been punished and beaten, And sent to bed without tea! What had he done this little boy? I shall tell you true - why he was in pain!! He hadn't done a thing! But it was the same - over and again! He had been sitting in his room, When his father came up the stairs, And as he came closer and closer, The little boy was gripped with his fears! Not unfounded fears, but real, For his father abused him time and again, Verbally, physically, sexually, And he lived with so much pain! What could he do, where could he go? No matter how he thought of escape, There was nothing he could do, For he was always bound with tape! He was tied to the bed at night, No blankets to keep him warm, Nothing to snuggle into… He was desolate and all forlorn! He was only 7 years old, Oh what a life for this lad, To be abused and beaten every day! Had he really been that bad? No! No he hadn't! He had done nothing at all! He was a victim of abusive parents, From he was only very small! Used to the life he led, When he went to school, He was not allowed to tell his secret, For that was against his fathers rule! Then one day his bruises were seen, Espied by a teacher so sweet, She so horrified and upset, Swept him off his feet! Went to the headmasters office, And the police were called right away! And from then on, his life altered, His life began that wonderful day Saved from a life of hell… Saved from a life of pain, And no matter what; and no matter when, He would never go through that again! He Cowered Alone No Longer! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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