Where are
The good times
Covered in blood
That’s mine

Why can’t I
Remember them
It’s because
Of him

 He beat the
Joy out of me
He just couldn’t
Let it be

The good times
Are clouded
By a bad scene
Like you’ve never seen

 No child should
Endure this type of pain
Blocks your mind
Borderlines insane

Leaves you
Staggering and falling
And often times
Literally crawling

 Where do you hide
Where do you go
Somewhere, where
No one will know

 Any one that’s
Ever been beat
Knows the meaning
Of utter defeat

 You start to feel
Like a punching bag
Not sure you’ll survive
Another attack

 A body bruised
Bleeding and numb
Looks like you could
Overcome just one

 You start to
Withdraw and retreat
Trying to avoid
Becoming dead meat

 Now starting to jump
At the sound of his voice
Trying to do things right
Left with no choice

 Trying to avoid this time
Going into hysterics
How close will I get
To just getting buried

 Why doesn’t he just
Kill me and get it over
Just please bury me
In a field of sweet clover

 I know by now I
Can never do it right
He always beats me
Into the night

 Crying and praying all night
For some type of relief
Not sure there’s anything
Left to believe

Can’t take another step
I feel like I’m going to die
Eyes completely clouded
With the tears I now cry

 Searched and searched
For anyone who cares
Begging people to help
They just look with hurting glares

 Looks like now
I may just be done
The sad part is
There is no 911

 I am living proof that
God does answer prayer
He flew in my angel
And got me out of there

 Author: Rodney Timms
February 20, 2012