Childhood
Pretty little ponies
All lined up in a row.
Mother comes stumbling in
Kicks them and flying they go.
One glance at her tells me
She drunk, let the fun begin.
You see in my house,
Being seen is a big sin.
She gets in my face
Tequila on her breath.
I sit there and tremble
Five years old and scared to death.
A raised hand
I flinch, I know what comes now.
A black eye
And it's my fault some how.
Outside the world moves on
Inside my childhood is gone.
I cry in bed later that night
I cry in bed and tremble with fright.
I am hungry, I've not been fed
I wonder how long it will be until she gets her wish
And I am found dead.
Isn't childhood fun?
Long lazy days, playing in the sun?
Yes, it can be, but not for me.
I was never alive, at birth I ceased to be.
