Ever hear stories of where kids go missing and end up being murdered by some guy with a sick and disgusting mind?
Don't cry,
The pain will go away,
But it was all just a bunch of lies.
His hands are bigger than mine,
He keeps tucked away in his pockets;
A big fat gun,
A sleazy smile on his face,
Crooked teeth,
Oily hair,
Reeking,
Stinking,
Disgusting.
He says he likes my eyes,
He says he'll treasure me all my life,
He says beauty as such as mine,
Doesn't deserve to be shown to the world.
I lay chained,
My hands numb,
As such is my brain,
I can't think,
I can't move,
It's too exhausting,
I know one day I will die.
"Don't get ideas in your head", he says,
"Leave that job for me",
"Don't try to fight", he says,
"You'll only end up bruised".
I'm worn out,
I haven't slept for days,
He shoves food down my throat,
And as soon as he leaves I vomit on the floor.
I know I can't live on,
I know he thinks the same,
He hasn't touched me today,
I feel pure for a day.
As my breaths slow down,
I remember the days,
When I used to ride my bicycle around town,
And he was nothing more to me than a neighbour.
Poetry by Kshiti Dubey
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Written on 2014-03-12 at 12:28
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Hush
"Hush", he said,Don't cry,
The pain will go away,
But it was all just a bunch of lies.
His hands are bigger than mine,
He keeps tucked away in his pockets;
A big fat gun,
A sleazy smile on his face,
Crooked teeth,
Oily hair,
Reeking,
Stinking,
Disgusting.
He says he likes my eyes,
He says he'll treasure me all my life,
He says beauty as such as mine,
Doesn't deserve to be shown to the world.
I lay chained,
My hands numb,
As such is my brain,
I can't think,
I can't move,
It's too exhausting,
I know one day I will die.
"Don't get ideas in your head", he says,
"Leave that job for me",
"Don't try to fight", he says,
"You'll only end up bruised".
I'm worn out,
I haven't slept for days,
He shoves food down my throat,
And as soon as he leaves I vomit on the floor.
I know I can't live on,
I know he thinks the same,
He hasn't touched me today,
I feel pure for a day.
As my breaths slow down,
I remember the days,
When I used to ride my bicycle around town,
And he was nothing more to me than a neighbour.
Poetry by Kshiti Dubey
Read 714 times
Written on 2014-03-12 at 12:28
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