Child abuse


Crust of Bread

Crust O f Bread
And as I lay my head to rest my crust of bread clutched to my chest
In this smelly cot that is my bed unsure when they did last me fed
No teddy bear no kiss goodnight no mom no dad just hunger fright
With cover pulled 'bout my head I await the night with so much dread

'Tis the bogy man who I do fear for there be for there be lots of bogy men round here
A distant creak voices ever loud I count one two three they come in crowd
They pull the cover from my head they shout they scream 'you stole the bread'
They punched they kicked they pulled my hair then dragged me down that long dark stair

They beat me black then they beat me blue and now my skin do have a purple hue
I crawl back up the creaky stair with so much pain on my body bare
I make my way back to my bed with so much turmoil in my head
I wipe the tears from my eyes so red and smile to find my crust of bread

Brendan.







Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2005-10-19 at 10:24

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