Young Anguish (Poetry)

The little boy’s expressions dull written all over his face in black ink with no feeling; he sits in filth infested with mice surrounded by second hand smoke nervously awaiting for the brown leather belt to arise.

Tears streak down his red blushed cheeks as the ashes from the marlboro brand cigarette fall down to the top of his foot. In mind he is trembling with fear poured into the cup he is forced to drink, his sweated thoughts paralyzed as his words come to a dead end, they can’t seem to find their way out and neither can he.

Glints of sun shine through the cracked greased stained window of the small apartment, opened just a little for the air to blow in gliding with the echoes of other childrens laughter, fun does not exist to him, the emotions he onced expressed now locked in his mothers tie die jewelry box. He sits again, the dried tears are now wet, he looks at the woman who gave him his two beautifel brown eyes but she’s too wasted to notice.

-Hal Martin

Young Anguish (Poetry)

58060

Joined February 2008

  • Artist
    Notes

Artist's Description

My whole childhood was abusive and so today I write it on paper to advise people what abuse is like in a 5 year olds life and what they should not do as a parent to raise their children healthy,

Tags

life poem abuse

desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait

10% off

for joining the Redbubble mailing list

Receive exclusive deals and awesome artist news and content right to your inbox. Free for your convenience.