It's late in the night, bad magic is working
When there's no light, they come out from hiding
Looking for mischief, searching for 'fun'
Just like a thief, when the sun's gone.
A father, a child, they spot through the window
Father in rage, child in pain, negative energy flows, so they go
Child go to rest, come play with us
Father to bed, we give you two souls.
Tomorrow morning, be in your child
Feel all her pain, nowhere near mild
We give you ten days to endure your torture.
And after all this, treat her better in future
Child hopes with all might, you'll be able to endure
A/N
Hey guys, new poetry out here. I promise this piece to be very interesting. So hold on to your seatbelts as we continue on this ride and see where it goes. What happens next? Hehe.
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Ten Days
PoetryJust wish what I wrote in this book could happen in real life for most of us who have belittling parents. These poems came from want for love. I wonder how it'd be if my parents could experience ten days as their child. What happens when bad magic...
