ABUSE POETRY
MY FAMILY ROOM
To the Abuser
They grow up, before their time
Usually family members, commit the crime
Innocence stolen, by a thief in the night
Too little they are, to put up a fight
You think that you, are causing no harm
Let me enlighten you, sound my alarm
No matter how young, some will lie in their beds
Murderous thoughts, filling their heads
An eight year old, wants to cut your throat
Slaughter you, just like a goat
Children should live, in a daydream world
Not thinking of murder, as a small girl
They should be taught, love and trust
Not just a toy, for your sick lust
You warp their minds, for years to come
Some of them, may come undone
They are not possessions, to do as you please
There in your head, lives a disease
Innocent they are, in you they trust
When you are through, there's only disgust
You've stripped them, of all that is good
No longer laughing and playing, as they should
Days are all gloomy and nights, they cry
Some of them, wishing to die
Their little hearts and souls, ripped to shreds
As you sleep calmly, in your bed
You placed a burden, on that child
The innocent child, that you defiled
No longer are, their heads held high
You've taught them shame, and how to lie
No longer can they look, others in the eyes
So afraid they, will see their cries
They must cover, for what you've done
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run
They have learned, self hatred and shame
No one at all, but you to blame
Their little spirits broken, beaten down
On their faces, they wear a frown
Maybe that was your intentions, all along
Put them in their places, where they belong
Remember the eight year old, with dreams of a knife
She may one day snap; and take your life
© Teresa L. Gryder