Shivering on the floor,
One punch,
Then one more.
My nose is bleeding and my skins been torn,
I'm lying here all falorn.
Twisting, screaming, aching and crying,
slowly, slowly, dieing.
The daggers go in once more,
Deeper, deeper, till they can go no more.
Her life has gone, her soul has died.
Everyone remembers this childs crys,
She cried for your help, she cried for your love,
But each of you were to ignorant or tough.
You heard the banging and shouting next door,
But you left it and left it and ignored.
Now as the ambulance drives away you know tomorrow will be a peaceful day...
I feel very passionately about child abuse and I would love to know your comments on this poem. Thank you x