Mother's Own

by Mel   Dec 3, 2006


He tries to hide
When she comes home
He hates being hit
Being his mother's own
He tries to run
He cannot hide
He forgot a chore
Or maybe he lied
Or maybe she just
Had a bad day
It doesn't matter
Theres nothing he can say

Every night
The same routine
The same fight
The same scene
Blood spills
Tears are cried
Then at school
All the same lies
I tripped
I fell
that's all it is
I'm fine
don't worry
His excuses

The bruises stay hidden
His pain isn't shown
But night after night
He is his mother's own
The screams
The yells
It isn't fair
Why cant he
Have someone that cares

Worse and worse
Every night
More blood
More pain
With every fight
More hate and anger
More objects thrown
Will he forever be
His mothers own?

He hates his life
He hates his pain
Its not his fault
His mom isn't sane
Because of her threats
He wont tell anyone
He keeps it to himself
Until he can run
But that day never comes
The fights get too bad
He cant take it anymore
He's too angry
Too mad

One fateful day
She comes home
With too many drinks
Ready to make him her own
He hides in his room
Afraid of her rage
She knocks on his door
He doesn't know what to say
She slams it open
And finds him curled
Behind his bed
Afraid of the world

And today's the worst
Its ever been
The yells, the threats,
The hits, the sin.
He does what he can
To get away
But it wont work
Someone'll die that day

He stands up to her
Until its done
Self defense
Mother and son
His life is saved
With her last moan
He will no longer be
His mother's own

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  • 17 years ago

    by Deana

    Mel ,another great poem and unfortunitely there are many kids going through sinilar things out there in the world,very sad. ( have you ever read (THE LOST BOY) this poem reminds me of it. great job.

  • 17 years ago

    by Trish

    This is a really awesome poem just you need to change the second to last line to he will no longer be his mothers own instead of he will not longer be his mothers own. But otherwise I love the poem. Keep up the work.