Corner Of My Eye

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In the corner of my eye

Stands the tall man

That took what was mine


He laughs and enjoyed what he took

And he tells me to not tell a soul

Or he will hurt me like he hurt them


My mother in the corner

Shaking in fear

While my brother on the floor with marks


He hurt them

While he gave me the wrong type of love

My father is the murderer of my mind


I was only eight years old when he left

But it is unknown when it started today

And it leaves a mental scar


Leaving a scar deep enough

For my mind to become

A broken record replaying those memories


The scars go deeper though, dear

They began to grow up my arm

I just wanted something perfect on me


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