The Hands

by JL   May 20, 2005


Anger consumes me
every hour of the day
because of my childhood
someday he will pay

When i find him, he better run
cuz I'm gonna have a knife
revenge for Kayla, Karlie, Steven and me
but i will not end his life

instead i will slowly cut off his hands
the ones he used to hit me & them
and throw us across the room
the ones that ripped our clothes newly hemmed

The hands we hid from
but always found us
The ones that tore our skin with glass
then left for the bus

The hands which threw 4 yr old Karlie
from the top bunk bed
then laughed while she cried
from hitting little head

The hands that broke Steven's 2 yr old leg
the hands that threw me into a wall
the hands who, when angered,
tried to kill us all

The hands that beat his wife
for any f-ing reason
continuously harmed her
each and every season

The hands that almost killed Kayla
The ones that forced them to go
quietly, in the cover of night
And the hands the police didn't punish.......

*this is true please comment it would mean alot its very hard & painful to talk about *

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  • 18 years ago

    by JL

    Thanks Nikki, you're on my faves too. Thanks everyone, i appreciate everyone of them. You're all in my prayers. XXXXX
    JL

  • I Cherish The Way You Write, No Wonder Your On My Favorites 5/5 xoxo-Nikki-xoxo

  • 18 years ago

    by Romy Rose

    intense way of describing your feelings.. I'm s0rry ab0ut what happened..
    Keep up your talent..
    *hugs* PunkChick

  • 18 years ago

    by JL

    thanx no dun kill him...hes not in my life nemore

  • 18 years ago

    by ~*Ley*~

    *talks through teeth* i hate bastards like your father.....*hiss* may i kill him FOR you? i would be happy to.
    great poem. very powerful and sad.
    ~*Freak*~