His Rage
The thunder rumbles and roars.
I can hear his anger coming through the door.
Electricity is in the air.
So is pain, agony, and despair.
Lighting Crashes.
My face he now smashes.
The wind starts to howl and blow.
As he viciously breaks my nose.
The blood runs down my face.
My heart is beating at a panicked pace.
I can't even fight back.
Not when his rage is on the attack!
He cares nothing for my size.
Even with my swollen, black eyes.
This all hurts so bad.
Being beaten by my dad.
There is ringing in my ears.
And the stars start to appear.
Blackness surrounding me.
I am almost pain free.
I think I am dying.
I am so tired of trying.
I fall into a dreamless sleep.
My sisters and brother dare not utter a peep.
No struggle, no movement, I am completely gone.
Even now he is not done.
Silently my sisters and brother weep.
As blood from my body slowly seeps.
He is dragging me off to another room.
I am barley conscious unaware of the impending doom.
No, not until the rape starts.
Does my body and mind come apart.
Detaching is the only way.
To keep me from going insane.
I would like to bid you all "Welcome".
To my hell I call home.
DeAnna C. Harris
9/6/02
To my father
What comes around-goes around, but the cycle stopped with me!!!!!!!!!
The thunder rumbles and roars.
I can hear his anger coming through the door.
Electricity is in the air.
So is pain, agony, and despair.
Lighting Crashes.
My face he now smashes.
The wind starts to howl and blow.
As he viciously breaks my nose.
The blood runs down my face.
My heart is beating at a panicked pace.
I can't even fight back.
Not when his rage is on the attack!
He cares nothing for my size.
Even with my swollen, black eyes.
This all hurts so bad.
Being beaten by my dad.
There is ringing in my ears.
And the stars start to appear.
Blackness surrounding me.
I am almost pain free.
I think I am dying.
I am so tired of trying.
I fall into a dreamless sleep.
My sisters and brother dare not utter a peep.
No struggle, no movement, I am completely gone.
Even now he is not done.
Silently my sisters and brother weep.
As blood from my body slowly seeps.
He is dragging me off to another room.
I am barley conscious unaware of the impending doom.
No, not until the rape starts.
Does my body and mind come apart.
Detaching is the only way.
To keep me from going insane.
I would like to bid you all "Welcome".
To my hell I call home.
DeAnna C. Harris
9/6/02
To my father
What comes around-goes around, but the cycle stopped with me!!!!!!!!!
